Andy was four years old, but because of his progeria he looked around seventy-eight. It was a little like that Brad Pitt movie.<\/p>\n
Andy’s parents, Don and Jane, were a little opportunistic, some might say exploitative. Andy was diagnosed with progeria at three and by the time he was four, the condition was in full swing. The little boy only three feet tall looked around seventy-eight. He was cute as most toddlers go, but not in the traditional sense. His little wispy growth of hair was beyond gray, more a fading white, like old man snow. It was a little like that Brad Pitt movie. Wrinkles lined his face like detour lines, directing the traffic of his experience in the wrong direction. But his curse was not the rare, incurable disease, but was instead Andy’s parents. They not only failed to love their son, they weren’t above exploiting him for personal gain, (more…)<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Andy was four years old, but because of his progeria he looked around seventy-eight. It was a little like that Brad Pitt movie. Andy’s parents, Don and Jane, were a little opportunistic, some might say exploitative. Andy was diagnosed with…<\/span><\/p>\n