I am used to kids with autism being called ‘special’ until I have given birth to one. Since then, I hated that term.
I gradually figured out they call kids with autism special to sugarcoat the word abnormal. My son isn’t normal. I’m fine with that. No sugarcoat needed.
He can only say one word, not papa neither mama. Just ‘nanasor’ which means dinosaur. He was lost in his own Jurassic Park. As he aged that doesn’t changed. I thought his speech-inability is the worst part of his autism, but I was wrong.
One hot afternoon, an old lady was hit by a truck. No one was able to see the fast-paced accident, only my five-year old son with autism.
He shouted ‘nanasors’ until I figured out his one-word message.
That moment I knew, he is indeed a special child.
Word count: 140
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In response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) May 17, 2016.
- a flash fiction challenge (stories in 100-175 words or less)
- each story should have a beginning, a middle, and an end
- no serial (continuation) stories
- include a pingback to the challenge post
Thank you for the cute yet tough prompt, Priceless Joy!