Touching story of how a mom deals with other kids interacting with her son who has autism:
I put the soda I was holding down into the cupholder of my folding chair, and I prepared myself to walk over there and educate some kids. Firmly. And then, it happened.
A few of them peeled off, running over once again to play with David. His glee was contagious, and they couldn’t help but laugh at him, and then laugh with him.
Anna walked up behind me, grabbing my arm.
"Mom! They’re over there making fun of him! You should hear what they’re saying!"
"I know, honey. They don’t know him. They’re not from his school."
"I don’t care. You should say something." She tapped her foot impatiently.
"Wait." I said.
"Mom! If you’re not going over there, I am."
"Wait, Anna. Look at him. Look at them.”