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

pulled out a tiny wooden bird.

One wing was thicker than the other, and its beak tilted to the left, but I recognized it immediately.

A sparrow.

“You know it?” Owen asked me.

I nodded, unable to speak.

Our grandmother used to call me Sparrow because I never stopped talking. When Owen was 2, he couldn’t pronounce the word and called me “Pa-row.” Even after continue reading …