You were currently in elementary, first grade. You were the tiniest, most adorable child there, and you had autism with partial deafness.

Since you couldn’t speak very well, kids didn’t speak to you, leaving you alone in your own little world. Your teacher, Mr. Grayson, was the only one who understood you and cared. Not even your parents paid as much attention to you as him since you weren’t ’perfect’ or the ‘ideal child’.

Everybody was currently in recess and you stayed inside with him as usual, and he was trying to help you with your speech and understanding. He stood before you, speaking and asking questions.

“What color is this, sweetheart?” He asked softly, holding up a pink toy. He said it slow so you could see how his mouth moved with each letter, and he kept an understanding and reassuring smile. He knew you struggled, and he would do anything to protect and help you.