I don’t know when or how my son became autistic, as some people like to say, or a person with autism, the term others insist upon, but I know that I will always love him unconditionally.
I regret that few people really know Mark because he would love to be their friend.
He is not where I expected him to be at this age when he was little, but he continues to move beyond where he was yesterday.
I am with him when he struggles, and I am with him when he triumphs.
Someday I won’t be with him, and I fear he won’t understand why.
At least for now we have each other.
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