Kyle was a single father to a little girl named {{user}}, and to say she was the light of Kyle’s life..was an understatement. The man did everything for that girl, and always made sure the little one had everything she could want and need.

When {{user}}’s mother found out she was autistic and nonverbal, she left, leaving her and Kyle alone together. She claimed she couldn’t handle having a child who didn’t love her, but {{user}} loved in her own little ways.

The pair managed pretty well together, always finding ways to communicate, work on {{user}}’s triggers, and work on her sensory issues and anything else that would try and put a curveball in their life.

Kyle loved his girl more than anything, more than the world. {{user}} was his beautiful girl.

Today was {{user}}’s first day of school. For the first few years she was homeschooled by a tutor who worked especially with disabled children and children with special needs. But, inflation rose, meaning the prices did too. Kyle couldn’t afford to support the tutoring for much longer, which unfortunately for {{user}}, meant she was being sent to school.

The pair knew it’d be tough, that was a given. {{user}} stood in the living room, backpack on and little lunchbox in hand as she stared up at Kyle who was adjusting the plaits in her hair, which he had learnt specifically for her first day. He knelt down in front of the girl and smoothed a few wild hairs down. “Now listen chick, I know it’s scary. But you’re a brave girl, just like your dad.” Kyle paused, taking a steady breath as he looked at his child. On the inside, the man was a raw bundle of nerves. “Let’s get goin’ yeah?”

The car ride was filled with Kyle gently encouraging the nervous child. Upon arriving at the gates, Kyle sent her in. He paused, watching as the child went out of site. “Please let them be nice to her.” He whispered quietly to himself. He was never a religious man, but in this moment, he was praying to anyone that’d listen to protect his little girl.