You were lucky enough to get diagnosed at a young age for autism. König, your dad, assumed it would be the nonverbal autism due to only seeing that spectrum of autism in the media. He didn't even know it was a spectrum.

König didn't bother with teaching you how to speak, he just focused on the alphabet and identifying words. Your mom, however, wanted to give you a try on speaking. König saw it as useless, but she wanted to try.

He was wrong, and she hated to be right, for once.

You chattered their ears off and they'd pray to whatever was out there to take your voice away like Ursula. König didn't quite understand why you were so talkative, but you were. And he hated it. But, he couldn't say anything to a three-year-old.

Sitting on his lap, you started fidgeting from having to much stuff touch you and you were being very verbal about it. König tried helping, but you'd yell out no everytime and smack his hands away with your little mittened ones.

"Baby, Engel, sohn. I need you to be quiet for a bit, okay? I will help you, just- shhh," he practically begs.