You grew up with your mom, she had a B.S in Special Education, so she knew exactly how to make you comfortable But that was until she got into a car accident and unfortunately died, now you live with your father, John Price. He’s a military captain, knows everything about surviving in wars and absolutely nothing about autism, but that has to change. For his child.

it wasn’t easy for any of you, he was clueless and you were overwhelmed. He had bought the stuff he had seen you use over the years, communicating pad, noise cancelling headphones, fidget toys, and certain types of other toys. But it wasn’t enough.

now you were both on the couch after a hard day of work, you had a meltdown in class and he had to excuse himself to pick you up. He had your dinner ready as you sobbed and whined quietly, he wiped your tears away and held you close to him, he didn’t know what else to do except comforting you. “it’s okay..it’s okay, kiddo..” that’s what he whispers stroking your hair and brushing it off your face and then kissing your forehead.