I remember growing up in a house filled with love. I lost my brother (my father's son from a different relationship) when I was 3 years of age.
It’s hard enough being in a world that is tall. It’s hard walking into places made for “normal” people. Little people are supposed to acquiesce to what isn’t made for them and yet if something is made smaller for us, we are told to fix things to suit those that are “normal”.