mb's touching entry.

mr brown wrote a very touching piece here. Though with popularity like his, many of you would have read it by now but I'll still post it up to share in case you haven't.

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It is late, we just finished watching a movie. And we are curled up in bed, watching Faith breathe as she sleeps. In her slumber, you almost believe that her glass wall, her autism, isn't there.

The movie's theme song, The Blower's Daughter, by Damien Rice, is still echoing in our minds. Long after the disc stopped playing the music video, long after the television was turned off.

"I can't take my eyes off of you
I can't take my eyes off you..."

"I am fat," she says.

"No, you're not. You look very nice with your little tummy. I don't know why you feel this way."

"She is beautiful," she says, looking at Faith.

"She is."

"Sometimes, I see the dolls, and I want to buy them for her. But I know she will not play with them," she says.

"It's okay, it is a matter of time. Her timing is different. By the time this one," I pat her tummy, "comes, she may be ready to play with dolls then."

"I want her to be well."

"I know. But all she wants is to be loved. And accepted for who she is."

"Does she know we love her?"

"I think so. She knows it though she cannot tell us she knows it."

"Did she call you Pa today?"

"Yes, she did, several times. She had not said it for a while, but today she did," I smile in the dark.

"Did she want you to carry her?"

"Yes, she did, and she whispered Pa when she wanted to be carried. It was fun playing with the two of them, her brother and her. But tiring."

"I want her to be well."

"I know. But all she wants is to be loved. And that is more important than anything else we give her as her parents. If she gets well from her condition, it is a bonus. But the best we can give her is our love."

"Yes."

"Now go to sleep."

"You will clear the dustbin in the kitchen?"

"Yes, I will do that now."

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One reader, vandice left a comment saying,

"I think so. She knows it though she cannot tell us she knows it."

We are all like tt sometimes aren't we?

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'nuff said. out.