I avoid his glances, pretending that I do not see him. He sits next to me, proudly criss-crossing his legs. I smile. He smiles.
He has a reputation; well-known to say "no" generously.
While we sat and wait for the discussion to begin, he scans the room, head bearing forward, as if it weighs more than his entire body.
Inching his way across the carpeted floor to my side, he leans on me. I turn to him. He looks at me, one finger upon his mouth. "Shhh…," he says. I give him a nod. Then, he listens. Or at least he tries.
This is my day with a little friend who has Down syndrome.
under: Row's Thoughts
