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"
He
’
s
normal
!
He
’
s
normal
!
He
’
ll
grow
up
like
other
people
.
Better
than
others
.
"
She
was
trying
to
scratch
the
teacher
,
but
Dad
was
holding
her
back
.
"
He
’
ll
go
to
college
someday
.
He
’
ll
be
somebody
.
"
She
kept
screaming
it
,
claw
ing
at
Dad
so
he
’
d
let
go
of
her
.
"
He
’
ll
go
to
college
some
day
and
he
’
ll
be
somebody
.
"
We
were
in
the
principal
’
s
office
and
there
were
a
lot
of
people
looking
embarrassed
,
but
the
assistant
principal
was
smiling
and
turning
his
head
so
no
one
would
see
it
.
The
principal
in
my
dream
had
a
long
beard
,
and
was
floating
around
the
room
and
pointing
at
me
.
"
He
’
ll
have
to
go
to
a
special
school
.
Put
him
into
the
Warren
State
Home
and
Training
School
.
We
can
’
t
have
him
here
.
"
Dad
was
pulling
Mom
out
of
the
principal
’
s
office
,
and
she
was
shouting
and
crying
too
.
I
didn
’
t
see
her
face
,
but
her
big
red
teardrops
kept
splashing
down
on
me
.
.
Ђў
.
This
morning
I
could
recall
the
dream
,
but
now
there
’
s
more
than
that
—
I
can
remember
through
the
blur
,
back
to
when
I
was
six
years
old
and
it
all
happened
.
Just
before
Norma
was
born
.
I
see
Mom
,
a
thin
,
dark
-
haired
woman
who
talks
too
fast
and
uses
her
hands
too
much
.
As
always
her
face
is
blurred
.
Her
hair
is
up
in
a
bun
,
and
her
hand
goes
to
touch
it
,
pat
it
smooth
,
as
if
she
has
to
make
sure
it
’
s
still
there
.
I
remember
that
she
was
always
flutter
ing
like
a
big
,
white
bird
—
around
my
father
,
and
he
too
heavy
and
tired
to
escape
her
pecking
.
I
see
Charlie
,
standing
in
the
center
of
the
kitchen
,
playing
with
his
spinner
,
bright
colored
beads
and
rings
threaded
on
a
string
.
He
holds
the
string
up
in
one
hand
turns
the
rings
so
they
wind
and
unwind
in
bright
spin
ning
flashes
.
He
spends
long
hours
watching
his
spinner
.
I
don
’
t
know
who
made
it
for
him
,
or
what
became
of
it
,
but
I
see
him
standing
there
fascinated
as
the
string
untwists
and
sets
the
rings
spinning
She
is
screaming
at
him
—
no
,
she
’
s
screaming
at
his
father
.
"
I
’
m
not
going
to
take
him
.
There
’
s
nothing
wrong
with
him
!
"
"
Rose
,
it
won
’
t
do
any
good
pretending
any
longer
that
nothing
is
wrong
.
Just
look
at
him
,
Rose
.
Six
years
old
,
and
—
"
"
He
’
s
not
a
dummy
.
He
’
s
normal
.
He
’
ll
be
just
like
everyone
else
.
"
