It had little do with the content of the tale. It was all about the delivery.
There’s nothing more frustrating than telling someone about your child’s special needs and being greeted with an immediate inquisition on potential things they think you could have done to cause them.
We spend our lifetimes beating ourselves up with false memories tailored to make things seem worse.
The days of, “there are no socks up here” quickly become “I’m going to a study group with friends” as they hit the teenage years.
I wanted this to be a memory she kept forever. Luckily, there was an option that I had never even considered.