He looks up at me with his sparkling little eyes and smiles, and I know that this is his way of thanking me for devoting this day to helping his cause. In that moment, though, I realized something important : he should not be thanking me, I should be thanking him.
My cousin, Ryan, was diagnosed with Autism five years ago. His diagnosis sparked an immediate sense of confusion over what the word “Autism” actually meant, and what his future would mean because of it. Although at first I was too young to understand the meaning behind the word, I now know what Autism has brought to my life. Ryan has showed me an outlook on the world that nobody ever has before, and the fact that he is not even ten years old makes the journey even more incredible.
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