She took him by the hand and led him away. He wasn't ready for this, and she should have known. "Calm down, Sweetheart," she cooed as they walked down the hall to his bedroom. His eyes rolled, unseeing, and he shook his head and moaned in protest.
"It's okay," she soothed some more. "We're done with the part. We'll just play by ourselves for now."
He shook his head, not truly comprehending. She sighed and continued to lead him away. She could feel more hairs turning grey.
Later, she would have to apologize. He hadn't done any permanent or serious damage, but she imagine that the little girl's parents wouldn't care. And how could she blame them? Even she sometimes wished her son were normal.
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