Perhaps it is because I am in the ANGER stage that I was or am still upset about people asking, “How’s Ate?” But I take back my complaints, because some people really do care even if they ask through text.
I finally met up with a fellow mom who has a child with microcephaly. Her son is now 6 years old, cannot talk, cannot walk, cannot lift his head, and cannot close his mouth. But he can smile, he can hear, he can understand, he can show his love in ways only those who love him can tell. His mother is an accomplished businesswoman running her own retail company with over 100 locations. She is strong willed, determined, a survivor. You wouldn’t be able to tell that she has the burden of caring for a child that is as floppy as a puppet, a child with cerebral palsey. You really would not know. I believe it is because she knows her child is blessing and not a burden.
So forgive me when I feel some resentment at people asking how is Ate. I should say, Ate is an angel. She is surely going to heaven.
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