My boy


It’s Friday, it’s a day that starts off with a mad rush trying to get everything done before I go to work. My sister takes the kids to school so that I’m not late. Just as my sister was walking towards the house my boy says “When we go to London, will it be in front of lots of people?” I tell him that there will only be a couple of people and that we will be with him, plus his speech therapist will also be there. My stomach hits the floor as he says “I don’t want to go, I’m nervous” I can see that look – the trying not to cry look. Shit, my usually confident boy, who will speak to anyone, is suddenly scared. I don’t think he’s ever said he’s nervous about anything, obviously he’s been nervous at times but I don’t think it’s been bad…

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