I can’t pinpoint the moment I realised our daughter was different, but I know exactly when I accepted her difference as fact. This moment right here, right now. There were signs along the way - some subtle, others not-so-much - which offered hints, slowly preparing my husband and I

 

"Tell me a bedtime story, George." Amy, seven years old, tucked herself into bed as she pleaded with her companion. "It's a little late, isn't it?" George questioned, his voice stern. "Pleeeease?" Amy smiled, exposing the gaps where her front teeth had fallen out.