The master is tapping my arm, he must want food.

I stopped telling those people in the hopes that they’ll understand.

It’s about making progress.

There aren’t too many prodigy doctor shows about kids like him.

I can’t imagine scrolling menus just to say, “I. Am. Angry.”

He has choices now. I made the effort to find his outlet.

I’m no longer putting all his eggs in one silent basket.

We share t-shirts…and he’s outgrowing them. Lord help me.

The eye contact now was very different than the eye contact mere hours earlier.

It’s easy to play the victim when people see you as one.