What's this? I ask as I pull it from his backpack.
The pack is stuffed full with year-end things
Odds and ends pulled from the bottom of a locker
Or a teacher's file folder
And this...I don't know what it is
It's a picture, he tells me
I made it
A picture of what? I ask
And he says "dreams"
I feel a tightening in my gut
Is this supposed to be Daddy? I ask
Pointing at the man
Do you miss Daddy sometimes?
He shakes his head
No, that's me, he tells me
I'm going to be a daddy someday
And I will be a great one
And my son and I will play a lot
And we will be best buddies
I nod and I blink hard
So he won't see the tears forming
And I say
That's a wonderful dream
And you would be great
And I go in the bathroom
And I shut the door
And I let the tears fall
|Ellie's journey with her son David has been one of joy, patience and discovery - one that changed the very framework in which she used to view autism. Through David's eyes, she's learned that an autism diagnosis isn't the end of the world - it's just the beginning of an interesting new one. |
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