There is this brother and sister, at least I think he's her brother. I can't really guess at his age, as his face bears the sign of his being handicapped, though he's somewhere in his teens. She brings him here, to pick out movies for a bit, but mostly to read. She's older than he is, and responsible for him. She finds young adult books that he can decipher, and speaks to him in a soft and encouraging tone. He listens to her every word. Never does she make him wait around while sitting at a computer, nor does she leave him alone.
I've seen her get frustrated with him, it's apparent on her face. Instructions not heeded, and her tone becomes exasperated. I can only imagine why. I hear her say, "When mom and dad get back this weekend...", "When our parents get home...", "I know, mom and dad have been gone a while, but they'll be back.." It seems she's raising him on her own. Though, I can only see half of the story. And perhaps I'm even making one up. I just wonder how she feels when she's home.
There is a mother and son, the son with special needs. He can read the juvenile chapter books, and loves the series 'Hotel for Dogs'. He gets excited about little things, and corrects her often on which movies he's seen. The mom is stylish and intelligent, with only one thing linking her to her husband: an eyebrow piercing. The father, I don't see as often. He looks to be the biker type, yet has the softest of voices and a ready laugh. The patience they each have for their son, the way they know what he wants. I think to ask if they had any other children, and then decide not to. I can imagine at some point in their lives they said, "One is enough..." The road it took to get here with him, the hours spent teaching... and who knows what. Was it from birth or after? Was it a shock? I have the utmost respect for them, I can't even comprehend. The love must be bigger, stronger, with one so dependent. They must be thankful for smaller things... and remind themselves, this must have been meant to be.
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