And if your parents have you for a reason, then that reason better exist. Because once it's gone, so are you.

If words had flavors, hers would be bitter almonds and coffee grounds.

Grief is a curious thing, when it happens unexpectedly. It is a Band-aid being ripped away, taking the top layer off a family. And the underbelly of a household is never pretty, ours no exception.

A lot of the hallmark behaviors of autism - flat affect, stimming, not looking someone in the eye - could very easily be misinterpreted as signs of guilt.

the letters are mixed up. U and I should be together.

May be you had to come close to losing something before you could remember its value.

Maybe the reason I've never died in this story is that I've never had something worth dying for before.