I was 7 years old when she came into my life. I didn't understand feelings or emotions until then. I only associated toys with joy and building blocks with a reckless passion that made me oblivious to other things and people.
You might have guessed by now that I am a bit autistic.
But it all changed when she came. Most of my classmates had little sisters or brothers and they would showoff whenever they got a chance. I did want one too . My mom thought toys would suffice and got me some of her old dolls for me to play with. I wasn't happy.
I was adamant. I even promised to do all my homework and potty cleaning by myself. She was shocked.She didn't...