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It felt guarded, like he was always bracing for something.
They called it selective mutism.
Two families had already given Noah back.
“People struggle with the lack of verbal bonding,” one caseworker told me.
As if love only counts if a child can say it out loud.
When I sat with Noah that first day, he didn’t speak or smile. He just pushed a toy car back and forth across the table.
I gently rolled it back to him.
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