I'm getting lots of looks from people when we go out.
Maybe they're looking at me spitting - which I think is fun, but Mum tells me I shouldn't do it.
Maybe they're looking at my special pram and how it supports me.
Maybe they're looking at my eyes and noticing my vision impairment.
Maybe they are noticing that I am not speaking.
Maybe they are looking at my eyelashes.
Whatever it is, most people in a crowd will notice me and many of them will simply stare at me as they pass by.
Sometimes mum quietly laughs at them when they stare,
but sometimes, she gets upset.
Pity is the worst thing you can give to Mums and Dads of kids like me. How could you pity my Mum and Dad when they are lucky enough to have me to love? People shouldn't pity my family.
It would be nicer if they smiled.
Maybe they could say hello. But, no more pity!
So now I have a sign to help them try and understand.
Today, it seemed like a few less people stared at me. It was much nicer.
(A lady handing out balloons cried out when she saw me! She was so amazed by my long eyelashes! She said they were even longer than they first looked, because she noticed I have Dad's orange hair colour at the tips of my lashes. She was so absorbed in my lashes that she forgot to hand out balloons!)