Updating because Alexandra gave me a please with many, many toppings XD It was very, VERY yummy, I thank you. Sorry it's so short, I'll be writing more later, I promise!!!!!
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Pam gripped the steering wheel tighter as she tried to focus her anxious thoughts, which were flitting through her head faster than her conscious mind could process. Where had Jason gone? He NEVER wandered off! Still, she knew he did have a tendency to strange behaviours; groaning, rocking, hiding. Although he'd improved, considerably, from a child who hadn't been able to speak or respond to her very much at all, who'd curled up under beds, tables and dressers to escape anyone and anything he couldn't and wouldn't, trust.
Pamela could recall hundreds of situations where se had been asked by others how and why she coped with him. These occurrences angered her greatly. He was her SON, not a circus freak, not someone to be discarded as easily as a piece of trash. She couldn't understand how anyone could call a child as sweet and innocent as her Jason a freak. When she'd given birth to him, other mothers thought her affection towards him was 'un-natural', that she should be disgusted with his disfigurement, his inability to cope with the world surrounding him.
She was startled out of her thoughts as a large, greasy male bleeped his truck horn loudly at her. Gasping and squeezing the wheel so hard it stung her hands, she cursed at the trucker as he swerved in front of her and proceeded speed down the street. Pam managed t get her shaking body under control enough to take the wheel and slam her foot down on the ignition. So, she'd have to play their rude games would she?
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