Nathan is thirty-one years old, he has Down syndrome, and that evening, sitting at the family table, he was searching for his words with touching clumsiness to formulate a request that was deeply close to his heart. What he said that evening, and what happened afterwards, tells both the beauty of a rare fraternal bond and the unexpected ugliness of a rejection that some are not ashamed to express with a smile.
When simple words carry the greatest message
Nathan has Down syndrome. He often keeps to himself what is really important to him — and that evening, at the kitchen table, he obviously had something essential on his heart. He tried several times to speak. Has been interrupted. Stared at his cup. Started again slowly.
He wanted to "do daddy's work": Nathan walked his sister down the aisle, and no one could hold back their tears
