To every child who sees the world in their own special way.
Your voice matters, your ideas shine, and your story is ALWAYS worth telling.

Milo loved trains. He could talk about them for hours-how fast they went, what sounds they made, and where they traveled.






Sometimes, words got stuck, and when too many people spoke at once, Milo felt like his brain was a traffic jam.


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Hi Milo

Milo!!
Hey Milo
Hi Milo
Milo sat in the same spot everyday. He lined up his crayons in a row and quietly drew trains on his paper.






Most kids didn't mind, but one day, a boy named Jack frowned.







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To every child who sees the world in their own special way.
Your voice matters, your ideas shine, and your story is ALWAYS worth telling.

Milo loved trains. He could talk about them for hours-how fast they went, what sounds they made, and where they traveled.






Sometimes, words got stuck, and when too many people spoke at once, Milo felt like his brain was a traffic jam.


aanjkfaeif







Hi Milo

Milo!!
Hey Milo
Hi Milo
Milo sat in the same spot everyday. He lined up his crayons in a row and quietly drew trains on his paper.






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