Arthur had moved in next door to you and your father. He had a younger brother named John who was autistic, and his father.

He was walking outside with John, his hand in his brothers. Arthur was carrying a shopping bag in his other hand and looked tired. You just happened to be coming home at that time as well.

You smiled and jogged over to them on the other side of the road. You smiled at Arthur and waved at John. Arthur felt his heart skip a beat for a second. “H-hey…”