"Paul must have been trying to carry his waste paper to garbage can and dropped a few pieces." I 1 picking them up one by one. However, I found more pieces a few moments later. No quiet complaining this time. I called out instead, "Who is throwing garbage?" No answer. As a result, I saw more bits of paper quietly flying down from upstairs. Looking up, I saw my seven-year-old son, Paul.
"Stop making a mess anymore!" "It's not a mess. They're 2." "Sorry, what did you say?" I didn't hear him clearly. He didn't answer me. In fact, I was surprised indeed.
Paul has autism (自闭症) and 3 answers a question, especially when he's focused attentively on something else. He ran down the stairs. "Where are my other butterflies?" he asked, looking around. Every time Paul 4 five or more words together, my heart says a lot of thanks. Lately he seems to realize that the benefits of making sentences when communicating are worthy.
"Butterflies, Of course." I rushed to save them from the garbage,5 them off and handed them to my young artist. "Want to see them fly again?" he asked with a shy smile. "Oh yes! They're beautiful." I whispered. He ran back upstairs quickly to fly his 6 down again. They really did look like beautiful butterflies flying in the sky.
That day, I said thanks to my son. Because Paul reminded me to look up at something 7 instead of down at garbage. How many other artworks do I 8because I'm too caught up in my housework to take time to see what's right in front of me? Life is not what happens to us. It's how we look at it. Now, I look up often.
