Somehow, I knew what to say. “I want to tell your mommy a secret”
It was one of those dreary winter days — wet, grey, and drab. I was walking down the street, not really going anywhere. I bought myself a hot drink and planned to drink it in the nearby park, where I could sit in peace with my morose thoughts. I was supposed to go to school today but changed my mind at the last minute. Daddy’s sad eyes drove me out of the house even though I would have much rather stayed on the couch.
I was just about to sit down when a movement behind the bushes caught my eye. I went to investigate.
It was a beautiful little girl with Down syndrome. I recognized her face — she was from my neighborhood. She was sitting on the wet grass, playing with a stray cat.
She was alone. What was she doing here, on her own?
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