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The night grew deep, and the house returned to calm. I watched Haohao, who had finally fallen asleep with his brows furrowed, alongside Weicong.
“Xiao Min, I think we should try more traditional rehabilitation methods,” my husband said, his voice tinged with anxiety.
I turned to look at him. “Traditional methods? We’ve already tried them, and they didn’t work very well.”
“Maybe we just haven’t found the right ones for Haohao,” Weicong replied, his tone becoming urgent.
I sighed, a wave of helplessness washing over me. “Honey, I know what you’re worried about, but the doctors said the medications and devices are ineffective.”
“How can they be ineffective?” Weicong raised his voice. “I’ve heard from many parents that they’ve seen improvements.”
I felt a surge of frustration, standing up and walking to the window to gaze at the night sky outside. “Honey, you always think there’s some medication or device that can quickly cure our son, but have you considered that what he needs isn’t treatment but more understanding and love?”
Weicong also stood up and walked over to me, his eyes filled with pain. “Xiao Min, I want to use multiple methods because I love him…” His voice seemed to be weighed down by the heavy night air, gradually lowering.
I knew we were both worried about Haohao’s future. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm my emotions. “Honey, we both need to calm down. For Haohao, we cannot have disagreements.”
To help him increase his social activities, we decided to participate in a community gathering event. The dinner was arranged in the park of our neighborhood.
“Haohao, look! That’s Grandma Li’s puppy; it’s so much fun!” I pointed at the little dog nearby chasing its tail, but he completely ignored it.
Seeing so many people, he was too excited, running around wildly while squealing and clapping his hands, occasionally bumping into people he liked.
“Haohao, listen to Mommy; we’re in a public place now. Good kids shouldn’t run around like this!” I hugged him tightly. He struggled a bit but eventually calmed down.
“Little Crocodile Linlin, can we be friends?… Hahaha… Hahaha!”
Perhaps feeling bored, he began talking to himself softly. As he spoke, he suddenly burst into laughter again.
Gradually, more people began to notice him. I heard whispers coming from the table nearby.
"Hey, isn't that Xiao Min's child? What's wrong with him?"
"Yeah, he looks pretty normal, didn't expect..."
Those fragmented words pierced my heart like sharp thorns.
I turned to look at Weicong, and his smile had also turned awkward and forced.
Neighbor Aunt Wang walked over with a plate of freshly baked chicken wings, her eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry.
She smiled and tentatively asked me, "Xiao Min, what's wrong with Haohao?"
I took a deep breath and tried to keep my tone calm.
"Aunt Wang, Haohao is a bit... special; this is his way of expressing himself."
Aunt Wang's smile froze for a moment before returning, but it was tinged with a hint of discomfort.
"Oh, I see. You all have it tough."
I nodded, wanting to explain more, but then I heard a burst of snickering nearby.
I turned to see a group of neighbors gathered together, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain.
"Special? I think there's something wrong with him." A voice floated into my ears, neither loud nor soft.
"Exactly! How can such a child play with our kids?" another voice chimed in.
I tightened my fists and looked at Weicong, whose face had also darkened.
I stood up and walked over to the group of neighbors, trying hard to keep my voice steady.
"My son is on the Autism spectrum; he has some social difficulties and doesn't quite understand which behaviors are inappropriate! I hope you all can be more understanding and tolerant."
But what greeted me was more cold mockery.
"Autism? These days, anything can be used as an excuse."
"Right? You two seem to be struggling enough; you can't even raise a child properly."
I felt my heart bleed. Those words were like sharp blades cutting into me.
Turning around, I saw Haohao standing there in a daze, his eyes filled with confusion and fear.
I knew:
Although he couldn't fully understand these words, he was not foolish; he simply didn't comprehend. He could even sense this malice more acutely than an ordinary child. I walked over and hugged him tightly, my nose feeling sore and tears welling up in my eyes. "Haohao, don't be afraid. Mommy is here, and Mommy will protect you." Weicong also had red eyes, holding us both tightly!
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