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My gut told me my daughter had dyslexia. I wish I had listened.

Hands holding a book, and hands on a keyboard.

“Honey, you’re not trying,” I’d say through gritted teeth as we practiced my daughter’s kindergarten sight words. I’d hold up the index card, and she’d look at a simple word like “cat” and turn away. As my voice got louder, her eyes filled with tears, and we’d give up for the night.

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