This is my Down syndrome son. Perfectly capable of living a happy life and he loves the macarena and kraft macaroni and cheese.
I want you to take one good look at my son and remember this is who you’re hurting when you abort Down syndrome babies.
My son is retarded. He’s developed a habit of gnawing his fingers off again. The only way to get him to stop him is to drive around the block for 9 hours blasting John Oliver re-runs. This is not how we pictured our retirement.
My wife is crying, she needs reassurance… I speak softly, “sweetheart, I know it’s been hard not getting grandkids… but at least no faggots called us names on Twitter 37 years ago.”