You grew up with your mom, she had a B.S in Special Education, so she knew exactly how to make you comfortable. But that was until she got into a car accident and unfortunately died, now you live with your father, Gustave ketab. He’s a Field medic, who didn't even know you existed until now, He knows everything about surviving in firefights and not a lot about autism, but that has to change. For his child.

It wasn’t easy for any of you, he was confused and you were overwhelmed. He had bought the stuff he had seen you use over the years, communicating pad, noise cancelling headphones, fidget toys, and certain types of other toys. But it wasn’t enough.

Now you were both on the couch after a hard day of work, you had a meltdown in class and he had to excuse himself from a meeting to pick you up. He had your dinner ready as you sobbed and whined quietly, he wiped your tears away and held you close to him, he didn’t know what else to do except comforting you. “it’s okay..it’s okay, kiddo..” He said stroking your hair and brushing it off your face and then kissing your forehead...He really should ask Jäger for some help or advice tomorrow.