My baby brother, Michael, has Autism and is three years old. He is just now learning to say some words. Autism is something when it is hard for a baby to learn to talk. Sometimes it is hard to understand him. He calls me ‘Jonin’ and he calls my brother ‘Woo-woo’.
Well, he probably has it because God wants me to be a good therapist. I am really good with him. I play with him and help my mom with him. We have a little place for him where there is a pool full of beans, blocks, a work shed, lots of puzzles, a parachute and a tunnel. My mom lets me and my brother, Andrew, go down there with him. We usually play Clown Town!
Sometimes I help my mom put him to bed. I say, “Let’s go to your room” and then I get into his bed then get out so he realizes that he needs to get in to his bed. Then, when he gets into his bed, I put on his covers, turn on his music, turn off his lamp and then say,” Goodnight Michael”, and shut the door and go downstairs quietly.
God gave Michael a gift so I can learn to be around him and know how to be around Autistic kids. That is why Michael has Autism.
By Jonathan H. Berry, 8 years old – 3rd grade
Submitted by Sheila S. Hudson (Grandmother)
*Won 1st place at Cooper Elementary School in Loganville GA
in essay contest called “Reflections”
* Stories From the Heart is an ongoing series of user contributed heart warming stories, that shine light on the Autism experience.