It squeezed me in the throat.
I really said those words.
I thought my daughter just couldn’t concentrate. Every time she got a bad grade, I would give her extra assignments without realizing how difficult every word was for her.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I whispered.
Dad looked at Emily.
“She wanted to read you the whole letter for the first time. I promised her I would help her.”
It turned out that Dad worked with her every night, using special techniques. He contacted a former colleague who specialized in learning disabilities, studied dyslexia materials, and even made colorful flashcards to make Emily more easily distinguish between letters.
My daughter came to me.
“Mom, I didn’t want you to think I was stupid.”
When I heard those words, I sat on the floor and burst into tears.
I hugged her so hard that my shoulders started trembling.
