Le encantan las rutinas predecibles, los lugares tranquilos y las personas que quieren decir lo que dicen.
A veces tararea cuando piensa o mueve las manos con entusiasmo cuando algo le interesa.
Me encanta todo sobre ella.
Unfortunately, my parents and younger sister never seemed to understand her.
At family gatherings, someone was always telling her to be quieter.
“Luna, use your indoor voice.”
“Sweetheart, please stop doing that.”
“Wes, could you take her into another room?”
Pasé años explicando que no estaba deliberadamente interrumpiendo nada.
Loud environments overwhelmed her. Her movements helped her regulate her feelings. And when she talked enthusiastically about moths, she was sharing something she loved.
But eventually, I noticed that I was explaining less and apologizing more.
I didn’t realize how unfair that had become until the Christmas messages arrived.
It was a rainy Tuesday evening in early December.
I’d just finished an exhausting hospital shift when my phone buzzed.
