Nine years ago, that was May 13, 2005, when Miggy was only 2years/9months and diagnosed with autism spectrum disorder by one of the top developmental pediatricians in the Philippines, I wasn't sure if he could at least learn ABC.
For years I have doubted the comforting but unrealistic assurances of his doctor that:
1. Miggy can study in a regular school.
2. Miggy can find a job.
3. Miggy can have his own family.
Goal 1 is gradually materializing though. Goals 2 and 3 are still too distant and uncertain. I'm keeping my fingers crossed and hoping and praying for a dream-come-true. Hanging on and believing in the old cliche that at the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold.
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