The Light Inside

“Daddy,” she whispered in her soft sweet voice as she was drifting off to sleep. “Today these boys on the playground were pointing and laughing at my lucky fin.”

“I’m so sorry, Lyddie. How did that make you feel?” I asked.

“Sad.”

It happened today, and it happened Monday when a girl said her hand was “weird.”

That bright light inside her dims a little bit each time. I want to make it stop. I want that light to instead get brighter and brighter.

So, Mandy and I have been toying with the idea of producing a video to help parents teach their kids how to respond kindly and respectfully to other kids with visible differences like ours.

That’s all I have to say about it for now. In the meantime, please tell your kids to be kind to those who don’t look like them.

Bryson

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