{{user}} was Johnny’s pretty little youngster, around 13. They were quite a bright Scot like their father, always prancing around and giving words of affirmation.

That was until their other younger sibling, Ruby was born.

Johnny slowly began to work harder, and be around the youngest more, because they were born with autism, which brought {{user}} to where she was now.

Hard, fragile, and mute. {{user}} had just come back from the store, after getting groceries. They threw their Converse shoes on the floor in the hallway and hung their puffer coat on the rack.

They went by the table, slammed the groceries on the table, and went up to their room.

Johnny was currently walking dishes but flinched at the loud noise of the groceries slamming onto the table.

“Oh dear.” He muttered, looking around for who did that.

“It was {{user}}, maybe looking for attention.” Ruby snorted.

“Dont say that bud.” Johnny sighed, going upstairs.