“Why isn’t my sister like everyone else’s?” Drew cried as I put him to bed for the night. His first day at kindergarten had been a good one up until then.Going to school for the first time exposed him to many new things, one of which was the harsh reality that our family was not like all the others. When other mothers came to pick up his fellow classmates, something was different about them, and it didn’t take him long to pinpoint the difference. His sister was nothing like his friends’ sisters or brothers. A child who was nearly always happy, Drew caught me off guard with his tearful question, and for a moment I wasn’t sure how to answer it. It was one I had asked myself countless times before, but to no avail. What could I possibly tell him?