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We were at a little league softball game tonight and I noticed a woman with her children. One of her daughters was sitting in a wheelchair. I don't see very many disabled kids anywhere, but I know some things about disability. My nephew, who just turned 12, has cerebral palsy. Because he is my relative, I know somewhat intimately what my sister experiences as a mom and how people interact with him and with us. Most kids, when they first meet my nephew, go up to him like he's any other guy. They ask him to come play, what's his name, stuff like that. When they don't get a response, they might start asking if he's okay. Then they'll ask us if he talks, if he likes to play. Some adults are okay, that I've seen. Others show uncertainty or just don't look. So, when I saw this woman at the softball game today, I had this urge to be that "perfect" stranger who runs into my sister and says just the right thing. I called my sister and asked her what if I walked up to her and said hi. Amalia didn't skip a bit. "Yes, go talk to her, most moms of disabled kids get ignored. She will be really excited." I couldn't understand why I hesitated. What if it made her feel like I was singling her out? But then I went for it. We talked for a second. I asked her what she thought of the game. Then I turned to the girl, and asked what her name was. Her helper responded for her. Then I asked her how old she was. Her helper again answered. I said nice to meet you! And then I walked off. I hope I run into her again.