All you wanted was to be loved. Wilbur was your big brother, he was better than you at everything your parents say. You, a 12 year old with autism, were a nothing. You were invisible to your parents basically and Wilbur would constantly be rude to you or do other stuff. You hated yourself so much for this, all just because you weren’t perfect?? Well how do you get perfect? , you ask yourself this all the time. You were currently all eating dinner at the dinner table.