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Exhibition Picturing the Body

  • Writer: Aneta Warlikowski
    Aneta Warlikowski
  • Sep 10, 2016
  • 1 min read

,,When they told me he would never talk I taught him how to sing. We walked through the parks together summer, fall, or spring. When they told me he would never walk I taught him how to run. I put his little hands in mine and ran right through the sun. When they told me he would never write I taught him how to draw. I took him to the lakes and hills. He drew everything we saw. When they told me he would never live like a normal kid. I taught him to live like adults. He copied everything I did ,,

prose/poem, parents of autistic children UK forum

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