She laughed, saying her son could fake it—covering his ears, repeating words, flapping his hands. I froze. That is my son. And in that moment, all I felt was fear—that someone might mock him just for being himself.
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She laughed, saying her son could fake it—covering his ears, repeating words, flapping his hands. I froze. That is my son. And in that moment, all I felt was fear—that someone might mock him just for being himself.
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