To The Hairdresser Who Changed How People Saw My Child With Special Needs

Dear Hairdresser Who Sang To My Kid, I should know your name. I can’t believe I don’t. I was so busy trying to corral my two children, pay for their haircuts and maintain my sanity. I remembered to profusely thank you and I could have very well asked your name. In fact, I’m sure I did, but that important detail has faded. Unfortunately what I do remember is that people were staring at us prior to you calling my daughter, Lola, back. I remember my face feeling flush. I remember thinking the outing was a bad idea when Lola began to run in places she wasn’t supposed to, grabbed at things she shouldn’t have, and I remember the piercing scream she belted out when I tried to redirect...
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