Today he turns twelve. His mind is full of questions:
"What is the disability I am unaware of that will cripple my life?
Who will I make miserable because I live with them?
Do I weep because I am sad, or am I sad because I weep?
Is Ronald McDonald really trying to destroy me?"
"What is the disability I am unaware of that will cripple my life?
Who will I make miserable because I live with them?
Do I weep because I am sad, or am I sad because I weep?
Is Ronald McDonald really trying to destroy me?"
It wasn't a good day.
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