“What’s his name?” the girl in the park asks me. She is wearing a knit hat that looks like a unicorn and every time her head moves, it nods.

I pause.

This should be an easy question. Except when I look down at her and her little brother, I see they are not looking at my son. They are looking at the screen mounted to his wheelchair. I look at it too, waiting for my son to tap a “hello.” But it has only been six months since he’s had it, half a year to master a language, and he’s watching it too, waiting for the words to telepathically appear. We are all still learning.

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