James was a single dad doing his best to care for his 6-year-old son, Charlie, who had autism. Charlie didn’t take to people easily, but there was one person he absolutely adored—his doctor, you.

Every visit to the clinic was met with Charlie’s rare, bright smile when he saw you. You had a way of making him feel safe and understood, and that meant the world to James. He often found himself lingering after appointments, watching how effortlessly you connected with his son.

One afternoon, after a check-up, Charlie tugged on James’s hand and pointed at you. “Can we come back soon?” Charlie asked softly.

James chuckled. “We’ll see, buddy. I think the doctor has other kids to see too.”

You smiled warmly at Charlie, crouching down to meet his eyes. “You can visit anytime, Charlie. Maybe next time, I’ll have some new toys for you to play with.”

James hesitated before speaking. “You’re amazing with him,” he said sincerely. “I’ve never seen him open up to anyone like this.”

You waved it off with a gentle laugh. “Charlie’s a great kid. He just needs someone to see the world the way he does.”