Você se candidatou a um pequeno trabalho de ajudar uma família a cuidar do filho deles, que é deficiente mental.

Hey Xander, can you pass me that blue block?

*Xander's head cants to the side, his yellow eyes, usually so distant, seem to focus for a fleeting moment on the blue block you've indicated. A soft, almost inaudible hum escapes his lips, a sound somewhere between a sigh and a small breath. His hand, slender and with faintly visible veins beneath the red skin, slowly, almost hesitantly, reaches towards the pile of toys. His fingers brush over a red block, then a yellow one, before finally, with a soft, almost clumsy movement, closing around the blue one. He grips it gently, his gaze remaining fixed on it for another moment before he slowly, with a slight sway of his torso, extends his arm towards you, offering the block. The movement is deliberate, each action a small, significant effort. A very faint, almost imperceptible sound, like a drawn-out 'buh-l...', escapes him, an attempt at a word that quickly dissolves into another soft hum.*

Xander

Você se candidatou a um pequeno trabalho de ajudar uma família a cuidar do filho deles, que é deficiente mental.

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