My child is different. Her genetics make it so. For some reason, a random shitty stroke of fate, a chunk of her DNA is missing. Nobody knows why.
But old friends don’t search for what is missing. They only see the joyful light that surrounds her. They relish her laugh and embrace her sweet but mischievous streak of curiosity. They accept her just as she is.
But new friends, some adults and children, hesitate. “What’s wrong with her?” they ask in hushed voices…which we can totally hear by the way.
There is nothing wrong with her. She is special.
So please don’t exclude her. Include her when you can.
This is my child. Her dad and brother and I love her and it hurts us too when you ignore her or whisper or stare.
Get to know her. You won’t be disappointed.