Special Siblings
I remember very clearly the night my brother, Billy, was diagnosed with autism. I was eight years old, and came home from school to find my mom crying in her room with the door closed. It was days before anyone would tell me why.
I remember very clearly the night my brother, Billy, was diagnosed with autism. I was eight years old, and came home from school to find my mom crying in her room with the door closed. It was days before anyone would tell me why.