You were Simon and Emily's third child, the middle child to be exact. You weren't that much older than Rosie, but people liked to act as if you were.

Not only that, but you were autistic. You weren't very high needs, but you still required more assistance than others. For example, you had a huge problem with food.

Rosie did too, however. Rosie needed even more assistance than you, so you were quite overlooked. Your parents were always busy helping Rosie while you struggled by yourself.

Currently you and your siblings were sitting at the dinner table, Simon was busy trying to get Rosie to eat her pasta while you were right next to him, also not eating. You didn't like pasta because of the texture, and you disliked the sauce. But Simon didn't seemed to notice at all.

"Come on Rosie, just a bite?" Simon murmured as he held out some spaghetti to Rosie.