My cousin is nine years old, a little bit fat and doesn't do really well at school. She is heavily 1, and thus has developed some resistance and 2 towards adults, who usually don't put high hopes in her.
Yesterday we went to an art 3together. There were paintings from kids with disabilities. My 1ittle girl has a(n)4eye, for the paintings she liked most were also the best of the show. She voluntarily helped to5the chairs and table for a sharing session, painted by herself alongside new fiends and also6helped me to get my bag from another room, something that doesn't happen often at 7as she's usually8to her iPad.
In the afternoon, we went to buy books together. I bought a book written by a mom 9her journey with her autistic(自闭的）son. On the bus back home, I 10introduced the book to my cousin, and to my 11she was truly interested. She kept asking me to tell more stories about the boy who12with small things in life. Even when the subject wandered elsewhere, she 13hearing more about this boy. I have never seen her so interested in a 14. Usually when she talks to me she describes events without a 15focus. I'm 16that the life of a 17 has found its way into this little girl's heart.
I'm very thankful for the18of books, for the beauty that my cousin revealed to me, and for the time we had together. I 19that I can keep seeing clearly the wonderful things in her, so that whenever unkindness20, I can remind her how truly wonderful she has always been.
