"Do you like this colour?"

The question was a simple one. It had to be. K... can only look up for "yes" and down for "no" - and she does that with difficulty. Her intellectual capacity is limited.
K...lives in a group house. She has done so for almost a year now. It isn't an ideal situation but it is the best her mother can hope for. Her father died  within a fortnight of her moving in. It was as if he was waiting to see her settled. K...seems to like it well enough. The staff like her because, although she needs everything done for her, she has a ready smile.
Her mother, in her eighties can still just manage to bring K... home for a day. They will go for a walk. K... likes the shopping centre - there are lots of things to see there. She likes to come to the library even though books mean nothing to her. 
They came in yesterday and stopped by the knitting group for a moment so that K... could say "hello" to me. She looked around the room, spotted me and smiled - her way of saying "hello". It was at that point I held up the knitting and asked if she liked the colour.  Yes. 
Her mother still sees to it that K... is beautifully dressed. Being able to make some of them helps. It has made K.... aware of colours.
After they left the library we could see K... and her mother going across the footbridge over the creek. There were children playing there. It has been designed so that they can get down to where there is water if it has rained. There was a little bit of water in the bottom. There were ducks at the far end. I saw K..'s mother bend down close to her daughter and turn her head. She would have been showing her the ducks. K... likes to watch the ducks too.
K...'s intellectual and physical disabilities mean she leads a very limited life. She has never said a word.
But as I watched I saw that characteristic movement. K... was laughing at a duckling being chased by mother or father duck.
That brought smiles to the rest of us as well.