My little brother that we adopted was a drug baby. When his biological mother was pregnant she was doing all sorts of drugs during that time. My brother is delayed in speech and other things because of what she did. Because my brother is delayed he has to go to therapy to help him. Therapy has helped him so much ever since he was little. There is a special little community at the place where he does therapy. I occasionally go with my mom and I think it is so cool there. Not very many people understand kids that are delayed or have a need to where they need therapy.
I had to take my brother to therapy one day and was not looking forward to it. I had to get up extra early and then sit for two hours and I was not in the mood to do that. I just wanted to stay home and chill.
I got up, got ready, got my little brother from my grandma's house and headed over to therapy. When I got there there was nobody there. The building was locked and it was black. I was thinking that my mom had told me the wrong time which meant that I could have slept longer -- I got irritated.
Someone showed up a few minutes later and let us in. My brother went with his therapist when we got in and so I sat in the waiting room. I had brought homework to do for my summer classes, but was dreading it. As I was doing my homework people came in and out, dropping their kids off.
My computer was dying and so I decided to stop and listen to some music. A few minutes after I put my earbuds in my ears this little boy and his dad come in. This little boy was adorable, he was wearing a baseball cap with jeans and cowboy boots. He immediately went over to a toy and started playing with it. He found his way over to me. He was standing there in front of me just looking at me. He was trying to say something to me, but I couldn't understand him. I later found out that he was there for speech.
The little boy brought me a book and wanted me to read it to him and of course I did! I would point out an animal and say its name and the little boy would repeat the word the best he could after me. He brought me books to read to him for 30 minutes. The light in that little boy's smile was so bright when I read the books to him. He was so sweet. In the middle of those 30 minutes his dad looks at me and says, "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. We have been trying to get him to talk and just say a few things, but he doesn't always do it for us." His dad went on to say, "He normally doesn't just openly talk to people and I am so proud of him. Thank you again." After hearing his dad say this, I felt so much better. All I knew was that I was just reading a book to a little boy that came to me. I had no clue how much it meant to his dad.
The little boy's smile and his dad's words made my day and me reading to the little boy made the dad's day. It doesn't take much to make someone's day. A smile is all it takes to turn someones day around.
