Mrs Sharma was relieved. She was no longer scared of facing the harsh reality and she was determined to let everyone know that being autistic doesn't mean not being normal.
The day after her meeting with Mr Lalwani, she asked for an appointment with the Head of the Summer camp.
"Mr Singh, I came here for a request. I would like to present what is autism to your kids and our future generation", said Mrs Sharma.
"May I know who are you?" asked Mr Singh.
"My name is Mrs Sharma, I'm working as a nurse at the town's hospital. I have one child who might present the signs of autism."
"Mrs Sharma, I can completely understand your request but do you have all the papers that prove that your child may suffer from this disease?"
"Yes I have them, please have a look at the file."
Mr Singh examined the file and agreed to Mrs Sharma favour.
Mr Singh took her to the playground where all the kids were
busy playing to various games.
"Dear kids, May I have your attention please?" asked the head.
All the kids came to him and were not sure about what was going on.
"My kids, today we're welcoming a guest. Please say hello to Mrs Sharma, who is going to tell you a story about a very special kid."
"Hello Madam", said the kids all together.
"Hello baachon (kids), today I'm coming to you all to tell you a story...
Ek Kahaani hai ek chota sa aur pyara sa bachaa ka (This is the story of a small and loving kid)
Jiske paas sab kuch hai, lekin phir bhi log kehte hai ke woh hum se alag hai (who has everything, yet everyone says that he's different from us)."
"Kyun (Why)?" asked Aashi.
"Kyun ki woh bhimaar hai (Because he's ill)."
"But everyone falls sick right madam?" asked Preet.
"But this sickness is not like other ones... It is something that we can't really see."
"Means?" Asked Priya.
"It means that you might not see this kid in a wheelchair or with some kind of bandage."
"Madam, is it something that comes from brain?" Asked Meher.
"Sort of. This is a kind of mental illness."
"Can the kid go to a normal school and have a normal life?" asked Pooja.
"It is really complicated but we can manage to make his life easier"
"Can he study?" asked Sameer.
"This kid has some talents but it is really complicated for him to concentrate in class."
"Can the teacher and pupils help him to complete his tasks?" asked Yuvraaj.
"Well, of course they can but they sometimes need an extra help."
"Not a doctor please !!! I'm scared of injections", shouted Aashi. All laughed at her cute reply.
"No don't worry, it doesn't have to be a doctor, it can be another person for example who can help the kid in his daily tasks."
"Can we play with him ? Won't he hurt me?" Asked Preet.
"Of course you can play with him, but you just need to be careful as most of the times he won't reply you in your expected way. People say that an autist, that's how we call them, doesn't show any emotions."
"But how is that possible, everyone has emotions ? Maybe he's showing them in a different way", replied Pooja.
"I agree", said Priya. "There are a lot of kids who are not showing
their emotions or are bad with us but it's not the bachaa's (kid's) mistake
"I think, we need to be friends with him, said Yuvraaj. Because he's not different, ok he's a bit different but is it a problem?"
"No ! Said Preet. It's actually woh kya kehte hai (what do we say) ... wohi (that)... Accepting difference or something like that."
Mrs Sharma and Mr Singh were stunned by hearing those replies. They
would have never imagined that such young souls would be able to accept
difference so easily. All were happy and Mrs Sharma would happily let his child go
to Summer camp this year.
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