People expected me to have a holy perspective about our children’s conditions from the beginning
The bus pulls up. I call to my children, who are distracted by the passing cars, then herd them onto the bus. Akiva and Efrat look around for seats and settle down on their own. I walk with Tali and lift her onto my lap.
My little girl is often a step behind her siblings. She has some developmental delays. Unlike her brother, who’s finished with all his therapies, she has a long road ahead of her.
I look down at Tali on my lap and at Efrat, who’s sitting on the seat next to us. The two girls wear matching pink coats, but I doubt any passerby would realize that they’re twins. Efrat is one size bigger than her twin, and her dark curls are a contrast to Tali’s blonde ones. It’s easy to miss the slight scar on Tali’s lip — it’s nearly faded from sight by now — but there’s no doubt that it’s had a large impact on her life.
Tali and Efrat are at such different places that there’s no risk of ever comparing them to each other.
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