Let’s start with the basics: I wrote a children’s book about a kid superhero with disabilities because my son, Emmanuel, needed it.
My younger brother, who was diagnosed with autism, needed it. I needed it. My husband needed it. My family needed it. When my son Emmanuel spent just shy of 11 months in the NICU, we searched high and low for books that would spark hope in our seemingly hopeless situation.
I found nothing speaking to our child, a child whose doctors gave little to no chance for survival, and even fewer prospects for a fulfilling quality of life.
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