A few days ago, a little girl tapped me on the arm and asked me what Amichai was wearing on his leg. She was referring to his brace. Amichai looked at the brace and then at me. He’s well-aware of what is on his leg, and I have started to tell him the story of what happened to him at birth. Its important to for him to have his own understanding, to have a narrative he can rely on and take ownership of – this is me. But here, I found myself searching for words. Should I bust out my prepared ...