POV of a Special Girl
Everyone knows I’m special. Everyone knows I’m different. The moment you will see my face, you can surely tell I’m not the same as everyone else. Everything about me is not inconspicuous. I speak and act differently, and my face looks younger compared to the people around my age. I maybe like that but you know what? I get along well with people. I interact with them as everyone else would and I believe that’s my gift. I am a very sweet and affectionate child. Almost everyone in our place loves me. Whenever I found someone or something that appears pleasing in my cute eyes, I shower them with compliments. My mother is already in her 40s when she conceived me. I have what they call Down Syndrome. Instead of the usual two copies of chromosome 21, I have an extra one copy. Study says that Down S yndrome occurs in around 1 in every 700 pregnancies. Aren’t you amazed by that? My arrival in this world is something very special. My neighbors would often tell my family that I am