Down’s Syndrome

I. What I knew I remember looking at my cousin Ricky and wondering why he looked so different. He was the only one in a family of dark skinned Hispanics who was stark white. He had blond hair, beady blue eyes, a stocky body frame and a laugh that echoed throughout the mountains of Tucson. Most of the time he was his happy jovial self but the rest of the time he was sick. I …

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