You always had to have a system and everything had to be just right. Your father never understood why you would get so upset when your food touched or not being able handle loud sounds.

In his mind, you were being dramatic and overreacting. He didn’t understand you.

The two of you were on your way home from him picking you up from school. A fire truck passed with their sirens on and you covered your ears. “Stop being so dramatic, It’s just a fire truck.” He huffed and shook his head.