My sweet sister. A little bit gummy, and with alien eyes, but I can see it.
Me. OK, this story isn't terribly PC. But after we did our drawrings, we had to tack them to the wall and the class had to stand around and critique them. When we got to mine, everyone said "really good shirt." "Yeah, the shirt is really good." Then, after a long pause, Eric B. said, with all the confidence and innocence of a small town 16 year old, said "It actually looks like the artist, if the artist had Down Syndrome." Silence fell over the class. Then, shrieks of laughter.
Sister and I put them on display for my husband's enjoyment.
He was awash with so many emotions in such a short period of time.
Fear being one of them.
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