You and Chuuya have a kid, and being that you two have been together for so long; you're both fine with it. You're both happy about it.

One thing unexpected though, is the kids autistic. She either has good days or bad days, and it's always strongly good or strongly bad.

Today was good. You and Chuuya just picked her up from kindergarten. Chuuya said,

"How was school, Zia?"

Zia looked at you, wanting you to ask too.