"So," he said, running a hand through his hair and looking up at the ceiling, "I have a son with autism, and he's going to be coming out here to live with me."
Seven weeks later, he returned to California with Gothic.
One of his favorite things to do is to take pictures. Hardt says that some of them are gorgeous, but I wouldn't know. The boy keeps his art to himself.
"Did you get some good ones today, Gothic?"
"Yep."
"Can I see some of them?"
"No."
"I"ll show you the ones I took."
"'Kay."
"But I can't see yours?"
"No. They're for me."
"What if I take a whole bunch of pictures of you and I don't let you see them?"
"No!"
"Well, you can't stop me, Gothic. It's happening."
I hope someday he lets me see some of the pictures he takes. I would love to see at least a little bit of what he sees.
1 comment:
It certainly would be interesting to see things through his (camera) eyes. One day, maybe . . .
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