When I was told that i was going to be an aunt I was so happy. My sister had her soon at a very young age, but we all still supported her. When my nephew turned 1 she was pregnant again but she was scared because my nephew hadn't started talking as most children would at his age. My nephew was 3, still not talking. I tried to cheer her up by saying "you know Albert Einstine didn't talk till he was 3" but that didn't solve what was down the road. I was very attatched to my nephew he was my world when his younger brother was talking more than he was thats when it hit us. My sister called me crying, she said that my nephew was told he had autism. My heart hurt because I could only imagine what my sister would go through. He got the classes he needed and he was getting so much better at talking. He can spell and learned to read (very well at that) and yet the thing i feared most happened. My nephew was headed in for his 1st day of second grade, but he came home crying saying that kids called him a dummy and that he was in a stupid kid class. So heated up I asked for those kids names, but my sweet nephew told me "no because they don't understand so we can't be mad" That hurt me so much but he was right. We can't be mad at the people who don't understand because they don't. And its there problem that they don't. I love my nephew more than anything in the world and I will make sure that his love for others goes around

Anonymous
Somerton, AZ