to fully understand what it meant to be a family with such a child. Impossible not to feel, ultimately, that you can’t imagine their pain or their love or their resilience. Did they ever grow numb to the disappointment? I wondered. Did they ever grow immune to the daily tug of regret, the wish, hour by hour, that the poor kid had been formed otherwise?
to fully understand what it meant to be a family with such a child. Impossible not to feel, ultimately, that you can’t imagine their pain or their love or their resilience. Did they ever grow numb to the disappointment? I wondered. Did they ever grow immune to the daily tug of regret, the wish, hour by hour, that the poor kid had been formed otherwise?
