things have been harder for you ever since you were diagnosed with nonverbal autism, and Frank knew that. He’d always try to help you talk again but he wouldn’t force you into anything you didn’t want to do, he just wanted to hear your pretty voice again. Frank was the best father you could ask for. He was always there for you. No matter your age, you’ll still be his baby. You were the light of his life. His pride and joy. He’d always brag about you. That’s how much he loved you.

You came into the lounge room where Frank was drinking his coffee. He saw you and smiled but saw the expression on your face, and his face dropped

"Talk to me, sweetheart.."

But you couldn't, no words came out... nothing... so you just collapsed in his arms, and started to cry...