When my son, Noah, was younger, going out with him in public was difficult. He had been suffering from autism (自闭症), needing extra 1. Though he had been longing to get a picture with Donald Duck (唐老鸭), just waiting in line in Disneyland was 2.
On a Sunday afternoon, my phone 3. A voice said, "If you're going to be home this evening, I'd like to 4, dressed up as Donald Duck." It was Denny, who had spent years helping special-needs children, never 5 by their strange behaviors.
I made preparations for 6 Donald Duck. But I still had 7: Would Noah even notice? Would he be frightened? Yet, Denny 8 that it would be arranged well.
A few minutes before dinner, Donald Duck knocked 9 on the living-room window. Noah was expressionless. My husband 10 the door, and Donald Duck stepped inside. His big mouth and bright blue suit attracted Noah. He 11 himself with a funny voice and Noah smiled. Later Noah hugged Donald Duck 12 and I took many sweet pictures.
Denny was at our home for only a few minutes, but the time was 13. As he left, tears rolled down my face. He had 14 met us once before, but without my saying a word, he knew how much my kid would 15 meeting Donald Duck in our own home. Even now, it remains our most treasured memory.
