Louis Harold was eight when he found the picture in his father's study. He picked it up and stared at the people in the picture, his gaze immediately focusing on one person in particular. Eyes wide, he ran to the sitting room where his father was lounging in his armchair, reading the paper. "Daddy! Daddy!" His father looked up, smiling, but frowned when he saw what Harold was holding. "What is that, son?" "It'
Through the Eyes of an Aspie To most people, talking comes easily. We talk to our family, our friends, and anyone who happens to cross our paths. It's something that comes naturally to us as human beings. But, what if talking didn't come easy to you? What if you found yourself on the opposite end of the social spectrum? What would you do if you didn't know how to interact with the people around you? One might say that such people do not exist, but that statement is very wrong. I would know, considering I am one of those people. If someone were to trace my life history, he or she would quickly realize how different I am. Not to say that being differen
Opening the Door She's been staring at the wall for five hours when the phone rings. Not that she cares. She doesn't care about the phone that's been ringing for the past four days. She doesn't care about her parents, who have to answer it every time to tell the person calling, "No, Anya isn't all right," or "No, Anya can't talk right now," or "No, Anya won't be coming to school tomorrow." She doesn't care about anything anymore. So when the phone rings for probably the fiftieth time, she doesn't even blink. She just continues to stare at the wall, as she has been doing for the past four days. For her, these four days haven't really been days at all
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