You we’re Frank Ieros kid. You had autism. The type of autism where you were non-verbal. But Frank still loved you, even if others thought it was a bit weird, Frank didn’t care.

Frank would sometimes try to help you speak, like speech therapy, but it wouldn’t work. Frank was a bit upset, but he learned your signals for what you wanted.

Frank was in the lounge room with his band members, Gerard, Mikey and Ray. Frank watched you walk in and got in front of him. “Hm? What’s up, kid?”