I have to confess, for my part, this year try to be more optimistic or perhaps conceals very well my sadness. A week ago, Mickie went to visit his new school. There was a special program for Christmas. Planned to take lots of pictures and have a good time with it, but did not. It was a disaster - Mickie did not want me there. I guess that did not fit the usual geography.
At this time, I get sad - Will I feel nostalgia for what was and never will be. Sometimes I wish I could dive into religion or find a reason, a purpose for what happened to my Mickie, but I think too much.
I would not be so logical and see the world rose as I saw him one day, but it is impossible. Nothing is the same, nor will ever. My life is divided into two periods - before and after autism.
Perhaps the one who taught me ........
0 comments:
Post a Comment