My Darling, Be Bold, Question Everything.

On the way home from school this evening my eldest son, aged eight, opened up to me and ranted all the way home. As insignificant as this may seem to others, it meant a great deal of importance to me. You see, he’s a special needs sibling, he’s also the eldest of his two brothers and he has learnt through trial and error, keeping quiet and staying out the way keeps him out of the chaos at home. It’s unfortunate and it hurts to watch him saunter to his bedroom as soon as we get through the door, but truth hurts. The reality of our situation is that often he just wants to be alone, doing his own thing, away from the drama. I can’t say I blame him either.

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