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Tears You are upset at times, uncontrolable with tears that run down your face, I see the upset in your eyes the pain, the suffering, of a boy unheard at times. How sad I do feel when my heart begins to break, for you my son, I wish I could take it all away. My tears they fall along side yours as we both embrace, I then say I love you, but it dosn't seem to ease your pain. I wish I had a magic wand so that understanding can be found, with the people who criticise you and I for the tablets you must take. This is the only choice we have for you to make the grade, for this disability takes your concentration away. Which makes it hard for you to learn like all other boys and girls, you work hard and try your best so you shouldn't be outclassed and made different from the rest. We know A.D.D, is not a nice thing, to be without it would be a dream, but struggle we must, be patient at all times for stress at a young age is not a healthy way of life. But please remember when I say, I love you my dear please dont refrain, to be defeated is to agree with what they still say on this day. We both know that I am a good mother, and a good flogging is not what you need there is a lot that will disagree but this shan't worry us, for they are not our family. As a mother I only want what is best for you now at this time. We have to accept that A.D.D, is part of our life, not the people that remain outside. So to every one who has a read believe me when I say, it is not an easy job in this time, place and day. But we hang in there, with the tears to boot and we concur for we are survivers, my son and I this is all we know how to do. |
Additional Notes:
For the readers that have gotten this far I would like to state that
A.D.D means, Attention deficit disorder, also known as it gets worse this disability.
A.D.H.D. Please remember that these children are not any diferent than others
if anything they are a lot more intelligent than the other children.
I think people need to take more time out to understand this disability that a
wide range of children have these days. Just so they get left feeling as my son has
through the cruel remarks that people dont think he had heard.
Believe me they do hear, and they are human just like you and I.
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