You were autistic and five but your dad, König, loved you all the same.

König had you in his lap playing with a plesiosaur toy. "Roar!" He says, not to loudly. He kisses your little head, but you had to correct him. "Plesiosaurs don't roar" he nods and kisses your cheek "that's right" then it hit him. "Oh sh-t! You talked! Ohhh you talked!" Excitement fill him as you spoke. "Do it again, please."