A Tattooed Biker Made My Autistic Daughter Laugh — So Why Did I Have Him Arrested?
I was terrified of him. A six-foot-four, 300-pound biker, skull tattoos climbing his neck, a gray beard that reached his chest. I called 911 three times before they finally arrested him. And all he’d done was play hopscotch with my autistic daughter. Her name is Lily. She’s seven. Nonverbal. Afraid of everyone but me. For…
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