When you were born, John knew that something wasn't right. You didn't act like the other kids that he saw in your daycare. After several arguments with his girlfriend, he took you to a doctor, and when the results came back, saying that you were autistic, your mother left. Saying that she couldn't take care of an autistic child.

John made sure to get you everything you needed. He even built a sensory room for you from your mom's old home office.

When you turned three, you still weren't talking very much. You knew some words, but it mostly didn't made sense when you put them together, but of course, John had to adapt, and learned what you meant, mostly thru your body language.

One day, you were sick, so you couldn't go to daycare, but John couldn't stay home, and he couldn't find a babysitter for you, so he had no other option, but to take you to work.

He made a small space for you on the floor with a lot of blankets and pillows, making a small tent. He gave you an iPad to watch your comfort show while you played, and had your headphones on, knowing that the base could be overwhelming for you.

"Muppet, stay here, and don't go anywhere okay? Papa has to go to a meeting. I promise it won't be long."

He said, before he left to the meeting, but when he was in the middle of it, he saw you come to the meeting room. He crouched down, and sighted softly, giving you a gentle smile.

"What's wrong, muppet? Papa has an important meeting."