Flirting with life (part 1)

“I got scared, Ninang,” her son told me on our way to the hospital that morning. “Daddy was panicking last night because Mommy didn’t want to wake up.”

Children of yesterday

He laughed heartily when I clicked the lock on the doorknob. Clapping his hands and jumping with glee, he asked me to do it again. You can’t say no to a request like this, especially if it comes from a child who has autism. I did as requested for several times more. At some point I felt awkward,…