Living with disabled children

It is a wondrous thing that if you manage a small thing like a silent smile at me, unfocused eyes trying so hard to see me... a haphazard touch by your hand, planted somewhere on my body when we play wrestle on the floor. I feel your life, your significance, your purpose. I become happiness, I become healed. I understand my purpose... you are my gift...

Saturday, 7 December 2019

Anke op haar 39e verjaarsdag en Markus op sy 37e



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