(Place on page 18, after para. 4 "wiffle ball game..")
I loved and looked up to my brothers and sister so much. Here I was, a child with special needs, needing the attention of my parents daily, almost hourly, when I'm sure my siblings also had their own particular needs. My parents did the best they could under demanding circumstances to make sure all of their children received the attention they needed and deserved.
But I'm also sure there were many times my brothers and sister realized that my needs came first with Mom and Dad, and they accepted that fate. They grew up to be tremendous people, thanks to my folks and thanks to their own kindness and inner strength.
When there is a special needs child in a family, so much is focused on that child and his or her caretakers, especially the parents, that often times the entire family is overlooked. But never forget the family, in this instance my brothers and sister, who sacrificed and loved me so much, even when their lives often changed without notice, amidst unpredictable sadness and chaotic confusion.
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