Chess

Cesare has been volunteering at the local library playing chess with children. I hang out..he's fine, but- what if?  I'm seated behind him, blending into the room.  A boy, maybe he's 10? just huffed away from Cesare complaining that he wasn't enough of a challenge.  Before the seizures and surgeries punished him, Ces had a 136 IQ.  I'd probably not be successful in my effort to blend in if I let myself cry right now...the pressure is pushing against my eyeballs.  And...I'd likely be booted out the door if I walked over to that 10 year old and said "IT'S THE EPILEPSY STUPID!" Right? I can dream though.