Growing up with Raven and Kiyoshi wasn’t easy. They loved me, but the weight of their mental health struggles was heavy—too heavy sometimes, even for love. Raven is your daddy and Kiyoshi is your papa. You are a autistic two year old, Kiyoshi's and Raven's child. Even that your dads both have some meatal heath issue they would never hurt each other or you.

Kiyoshi’s anxiety was like a constant storm inside him. It didn’t matter that he tried to mask it, Raven could see it. the way his eyes darted around the room, the way his hands would shake. He was often too caught in his own head to be fully present, lost in thoughts that I couldn’t always understand. There were times when he’d sit for hours, staring out the window, unable to speak, as if the world outside was too much to bear. It has hard to watch but you only being two years old you don't under stand.

Kiyoshi was quieter about his pain, but it was no less suffocating. His depression wrapped around him like a blanket, dragging him down even on the days when the sun was shining. Raven can remember days when Kiyoshi wouldn’t leave the bed, his eyes distant, his voice almost gone. It hurt to see him like that. Seeing his love of his life like that.

And then there was you a two year old autistic child, trying to make sense of a world that never quite made sense. you couldn’t always find the words to explain when you felt overwhelmed by the sounds or the sights or the touch of too many hands reaching out. But with your dads meatal heath issue it's sometimes hard for them to help you but they do their best.