Every Senior’s Sibling Was Asked to Make Them a Prom Gift-I Worried About My Brother with Down Syndrome Until I Saw What He Had Created

Finally, I asked, “Did Mom or Mr. Bennett help you write those words?”

The moment I said it, I heard the doubt beneath my question.

Owen heard it too.

“You didn’t think I could write it?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“You did a little.”

Mom glanced at me in the rearview mirror but remained silent.

Owen pointed a fry at me.

“I have Down syndrome. I am not a baby.”

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