My parents told me not to worry. Not to frazzle and roil and dread about my disability.
”Don't let it bother you,” Mom said. And she’d elaborate at length: "The other girls may be able to do things that you can't do, but that doesn't mean that you're not as good as they are. And they can't do all the things that you can, by the way. You are so much bette…
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