Just as I was about to ask if she remembered where the trash can was, I realized what they were.
Jagged cut squares with penciled in pictures, some printed from the computer,
and she was searching the house for velcro.
A communication board.
A way to communicate for children with autism who cannot speak.
She was making one of her own?
But she has words, an unlimited vocabulary that is impossible to quiet.
But there was a day she did not.
A day when I velcroed and laminated and cut out the words we needed most.
Sleep. Eat. Bus.
So today, I am forgiving the mountain of paper on the floor and the ravaged drawers.
My teenager is making a communication board for a little girl at camp who cannot speak.
And for this,
I have no words.
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