Evan plays intently sliding cars about when something else catches his eye. Eagerly turning around, Ebs clumsily advances in that direction, pushing and pulling along, babbling happily a language completely unique. Trudging onward, ignoring doctors who said such special children could not.
Several toys are quickly brushed aside where they lay forgotten. The fair-haired boy struggles on, destination sighted, never wavering until finally reaching out to be lifted up into mother’s waiting arms. With an angel’s smile, he snuggles inside this favorite, cozy place. Not disappointing, mom lovingly cradles him, whispering words of encouragement then softly sings sweet lullabies.
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