Jai: He sees no evil, hears no evil and he is my son!

Young boy sat in a wheelchair and his mother stands behind holding onto his chair.

Jai is incredibly cheeky. He sees no evil, hears no evil and he is my son.

People do look at his dark glasses and hearing aids. They do ask what it is like to have a child with a degenerative disease; but I always say that Jai is Jai. He loves football and the police; too much at times to the point it can sometimes get him into trouble.

Put yourselves in my shoes for a moment; you receive a phone call from the school that your child with disabilities attends. Immediately your heart is in your throat and you fear for the worst. The drive to the headmistress’s office is the longest of your life and obviously every light turns red. As you push the heavy door, you are greeted with your son’s smiling face and the stern headmistress. Then you find out why you have been called; your son’s love of the police has gone too far and he has tried to arrest another student.

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