I really don’t understand what it
means but that
seems to be a MAGIC WORD. They give me
SPECIAL toys, SPECIAL books, and a SPECIAL
SCHOOL to go to everyday named REACH.
Oh yes! You get to meet SPECIAL buddies
too!
It is in this school where I have learned
to SIT, and express my NEEDS - - - clearly enough for
my dad, mom, brothers, uncles, aunties, yaya to understand.
You see, I can’t talk yet and it is a great frustration
when you can’t be understood. But now, I have learned
to tap someone’s arm, gesture my hand towards my
little chest and point to the thing I need. Unbelievable!
It feels better to be understood.
During the early days in school at age
2, it must have been tough for my mom, teacher and yaya.
I peed on my pants whenever I felt like it. I fell off
my plastic chair and rolled on to the floor to let them
understand that everything seemed to be so strange - -
- the small room, the music and the voices. I drooled
excessively and had no eye contact. It must have been
quite some time, all these happened. I seldom do those
stuff. I must have GROWN…
They say I have a world of my own. I see
the ruffling of the leaves and they are to me simple JOYS
that last. Dad’s hand on my t-shirt, REACHing my
frail hand is the LOVE that won’t end, and the COURAGE
for us to go on…
In my SILENCE, I pray.
GOD works in SPECIAL WAYS…
ZACH @ 5 years old
A
Father’s Hope for his Child…
Dear Kym,
After learning of your condition, at
first, I felt sad and
depressed. But I quickly realized that God made you as
a gift
to us – your parents and other members of the family.
I am
sure you can feel that we are loving you more and giving
you
more of our time than ever before. That bit of undoing
on our
part was a mistake and we are trying to make up for that
this
time. Our resources maybe limited, but let me assure you
that
I shall continue to support you in any good way possible
for
the betterment of your condition. It may take long to
realize
that but I am prepared to exert every effort for its
accomplishment.
God willing, after your intervention,
I would send
you to an appropriate learning institution so that you
can also
provide a good future for your own family. This maybe
is hard to achieve but with HIM everything is possible.
Again, let me tell you that the whole
family is very supportive of you. I, your father, am willing
to do what needs to be done for your interest.
I am always by your side.
Loving you always,
Papa Dads
Please Help Me Build
My Home
Please help me build my
home
A home to call my own
Where I can sing and play and dance
Among the greens and tree I’ll prance.
My friends and I can come
and play
We’ll learn, have fun and then I’ll say,
“The world is such a wonderful place
And I thank God for this big space”.
Please help me build my
home
A home to call my own
A shelter from the storms of life
Away from all the worldly strife
I am amidst a warm embrace
Of a family who holds me dearly
You too are family indeed
As you plant love’s tiny seed.
Please help me build my
home
A home not just for me
Where a helping hand forever lends
To all of my special friends.
I’m just a little
child you see-
To live, to love, to grow, to be
I’m trying my best with each new day
To embrace the future come what may
Please help me build my
special home
A home to call my very own.
A poem of love by:
Pia Fajardo, an 8 year old girl
with autism and Mommy Haidi
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