It's after midnight. In less than seven hours, I have to get up, all bright and shiny, so I can get my kid ready for his first day of kindergarten. Why am I awake? I'm scared. Scared sick for my little boy. I know he's going to have a hard time. I know he's done a lot of growing up this summer, but he's still got Asperger's, so the underlying
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