COMING OF AGE
Mar 19, 2020
3 minutes
As my eight-year-old son, Aron, limped onto the sofa in the summer of 2016, I was worried he might have really hurt himself.
‘Can you put any weight on it? I asked him.
‘Not really,’ he winced, as he tried to get comfy.
Aron had come home from school that day, complaining that he’d hurt his knee after falling off the climbing wall.
We thought it was just badly bruised, so we put some ice on it and kept an eye on him, but
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