I remember it like it happened yesterday, even though it was actually 23 years ago. I was shopping with my mom, my grandma and my aunt, we were standing in line at the registers. The family in front of us had a little girl around my age.
The little girl looked at my Aunt Lisa, turned to her mom and said, “she looks funny. What’s wrong with her?”
I looked up at my mom, I think she heard the little girl, but she wasn’t acknowledging her. My grandma was examining items in her cart, I don’t think she heard her. I looked at Lisa, she was smiling and looking around. She was in her own peaceful world. Then I looked at the little girl and said, “shes special.”
I didn’t know the medical term for what Lisa was born with (Down Syndrome) but I knew she was special. Lisa was my buddy, it made me sad to hear the little girl say such a mean thing about her.
That was the day I asked my mom more about Lisa’s condition. That was also the day I loved Lisa more than before.
Lisa and I have always been best buddies. We played card games, board games and we would color for hours at a time. It never felt like she was 27 years old, it always felt like she was my age. (8)
Today my Aunt Lisa is coming to live with us. I’m very excited. I feel like her and I share an unspoken bond. I don’t know how long she’ll be with us or if she’ll even be happy here. I just know that we need to give it a shot because she’s still my buddy.