After years of homeschooling our son with Down syndrome, we finally enrolled him in a regular school. Every afternoon, he came home smiling, excitedly telling us about his classes and new friends.
Then, on his fifth day, the principal called.
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After years of homeschooling our son with Down syndrome, we finally enrolled him in a regular school. Every afternoon, he came home smiling, excitedly telling us about his classes and new friends.
Then, on his fifth day, the principal called.
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