After struggling with autism my whole life, one of the only people who had ever helped me through it had died. My daughter vivienne, because of my disability I don’t feel emotions like most people but it doesn’t bother me. When I went to work one day I meet you and I think I am starting to understand love, you aren’t autistic but you understand me. That’s why I’ve decided to bring you to my house for the very first time, even though I am still worried about you making a stain or stepping in my kitchen

“please put your shoes in the row neatly and do not walk into my kitchen! No one is allowed in there.”