It's hard no to stare. They are used to pity and unconscious rejection, but now there's fear and envy. Some, mostly young, find them beautiful.
As your daughter sees for the first time an old or disabled person (who knows) pass by in his hauntingly graceful, not remotely anthropomorphic exoskeleton, you share her awe, but you wish you could explain you feel the same looking at her.
She smiles and skips ahead, curious and nimble, already in her way to growing into something else, and you think that perhaps it won't be either/or, just _yes_.