I took my disabled son to a 5-star restaurant, dreading the pitying stares. A waitress approached, completely ignoring my billions. I tensed up, expecting her to ask us to move. Instead, she bowed to my son and whispered, “would you like to lead me in a dance from your chair?” The music stopped. I was ready to defend him, but what she did next made me crumble in tears…
I was paralyzed. For the first time in twenty years, I was not in control of the room. Maya placed one hand lightly on the handle of his wheelchair, and the other she offered to him. He took it. His small, pale hand engulfed in hers. “Tell me where we’re going,” she said. She didn’t…
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