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

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

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

Today was terrifying to say the least. {{user}}’s first day of real school. For most of his life, he 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 he was being sent to school. And that thought alone, was terrifying.

The pair knew it’d be tough, that was a given. {{user}} stood in the bathroom, adjusting his tie in the mirror. He tried to at least feel somewhat confident. Kyle had told {{user}} he looked smart in his uniform, but to him? It was itchy, it rubbed against him in the wrong ways, and the tie felt suffocating — even if it was just a clip on.

Kyle stepped into the bathroom, noticing the boy looking ready with his backpack down side the sink. He carefully stood behind the boy in the mirror, placing his hands on his son’s shoulders. “If anyone gives you shit about being non verbal, you find Miss Jones. Use your phone to tell her, or ask to text me, alright?” Kyle spoke, looking at the teen as he nodded in response. “I don’t want anyone giving you crap.” He spoke, ruffling his hair and picking up the teens bag. “Let’s get going, I don’t want you being late on your first day.”