My Best Friend Devoted Years to Caring for My Sister With Down Syndrome—Then He Said Something That Changed Everything I Believed

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Ben pedaled his bike to our house nearly every single afternoon.

“Rosie, when we’re older, I’m taking you to prom.”

My mother put up with him.

My father hardly glanced up from his newspaper whenever he arrived.

But Rosie always waited by the window, listening for his tires.

By seventeen, I’d begun picturing a future with Ben in it.continue reading …