When the store manager called to tell me that my 34-year-old son had been caught stealing, I initially thought it was a bad joke. But then I heard my son crying on the phone.Find Legal Aid
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I will never forget the sound of his voice, as long as I live.
My name is Margaret. I am 68 years old, and my only son, Daniel, was born with Down syndrome.
When he was little, I was told he would never be able to work or make decisions independently. But my son has proven otherwise.
For twelve years, he worked in a grocery store. Every morning, he put on his red shirt, tied his green apron around his waist, and proudly went to work.
He was never late, and he loved his job so much that he would even ask, on his days off, if the store needed help. But that Tuesday, everything fell apart.
