Two of our girls in class suddenly passed away, just a few weeks apart.
They grew to a few feet tall in their late teens.
They made sounds free of words, and pulled each others' hair.
They stayed mostly in wheelchairs, but did much more than sit. They flung legs over armrests, twisted into fantastic shapes, struck poses. I loved coming into their classroom to see the shape of the day.
They made teenager-y expressions, complete with eye roll.
Music their play. Their faces radiated light. They laughed at me.
Free of pretense. Loved and loved in return.