And then the words disappeared: first banana, then baby.
Stolen.
I thought autism had taken everything. It wanted more than just words. It wanted my whole child, his mind, his innocence, his future.
It wanted to steal from me too. Wanted my time, my friends, my dreams, my marriage.
But now, as I work to clean up the mess, straighten up the drawers of life that were thrown open, their contents strewn about, I can see that all was not lost.
Friends who stuck by. A husband and father who loves no matter what. Hope above all.
And once in a while, we even find a word or two.
Post written as part of The Red Dress Club, and is, of course, open to concrit.
Today's prompt: "Someone has stolen something from you (or your character). Something of tremendous value. What will you do to get it back? Or will you give up?"
