Morgan is a special kid, and the most kind and caring person I’ve met. But something sets him apart from the rest of us—Autism. I never thought of him differently. He’s just a normal—whatever that is—brother.
When doing something most wouldn’t think is a big deal, he ends up slamming his door in my face. But although he’s upset, with just an apology and ice cream, everything’s good again.
His personality is the greatest and most genuine. He never holds a grudge against someone who has hurt him and treated him terribly. He always forgives. He always gives second chances.
“With more practice, we will be more confident in this,” he said as we were going to practice for a dance recital where my sister outshined the both of us.
My parents convinced my brother, sister and I to be a part of a dance crew.
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