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【文章內(nèi)容簡(jiǎn)介】 months old, some things began to bother Mom. You seemed so unmoving and numb, and your cry sounded odd almost like a kitten39。s. So we brought you to many doctors.The thirteenth doctor who looked at you quietly said you have the cry du chat (pronounced Kreedosha) syndrome, cry of the cat in French. When I asked what that meant, he looked at me with pity and softly said, Your brother will never walk nor talk. The doctor told us that it is a condition that afflicts one in 50,000 babies, rendering victims severely retarded. Mom was shocked and I was furious. I thought it was unfair.When we went home, Mom took you in her arms and cried. I looked at you and realized that word will get around that you39。re not normal. So to hold on to my popularity, I did the unthinkable ... I disowned you. Mom and Dad didn39。t know but I steeled myself not to love you as you grew. Mom and Dad showered you love and attention and that made me bitter. And as the years passed, that bitterness turned to anger, and then hate.Mom never gave up on you. She knew she had to do it for your sake.Everytime she put your toys down, you39。d roll instead of crawl. I watched her heart break every time she took away your toys and strapped your tummy with foam so you couldn39。t roll. You struggle and you39。re cry in that pitiful way, the cry of the kitten. But she still didn39。t give up. And then one day, you defied what all your doctors said you crawled.When mom saw this, she knew you would eventually walk. So when you were still crawling at age four, she39。d put you on the grass with only your diapers on knowing that you hate the feel of the grass on your s
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