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Ability vs Disability

"What is your child's disability?"
"What your child can't do?"
"What is your child's limitation?"

The dad spoke with us brokenheartedly..a child with disability...is it only can look at them as disabled person...a mum who had an autistic son, unable to accept the fact...she was negative..and always got irritated by her son's behavior..she only worried..what his son can't do...

Luckily..the dad is quite positive...he looked at

The ability of his son...

They discovered that their son..has some quality too..he can play piano...although he can't read musical notes..but still he can play based on his memory...although he play quite fast for every single notes...but he can sit still and play the whole song..

He improved himself slowly...

A positive family environment indeed make a difference to those special people...

Yes..he is one of the participants for BB Got Talent..

Awaiting for his surprise !!

Are you coming to support him?


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