#2, Aspergers, wails and berates me for half the ride. Kind people glare at me. I am the worst father.
Then he climbs the big hill. He finishes it all. He is proud, happy. He will always remember this. He will remember how he showed his doubting father. It will empower him.
I will be forgiven.
No credit though.
Only satisfaction.
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