I looked over at Maddie, she was crossing and uncrossing her eyes again. She held on tight onto Bun-bun, a tattered, old, stuffed rabbit. It was the one thing Maddie refused to leave home, even after her fifteenth birthday. Bun-bun was missing an eye, that’s the only Bun-bun I’ve ever known, though.
The thing was, people always stared at Maddie like she had six heads, I hated that. Sure, she’s different, sure she has Down Syndrome, but, I have my problems too. Doesn’t everyone? This time as we walked down the cracked sidewalk people had the nerve to point. Poor Maddie skipped along, oblivious to all the gawking, sucking her thumb and squeezing all the air out of the stuffed rabbit.
“Maddie, you have to turn left.”“That way, ‘kay Caitie, to the right.” she marched to her right like a soldier her troops.
Maddie was one of my favorite people, she always lidtened to what you’re saying, whether they’re directions, or just something you need to get out.
But, then again, that’s Maddied for you so…
Maddie!