This is a story about growing up, not a story about love.
It may be short, it may be long, I don't know, but I will write it with my heart and recall that feeling with my heart.
Maybe, if you haven't experienced that kind of deep despair and fallen into that kind of darkness, you can't understand the mood and experiences of an autistic child. Some people sometimes wonder, why can't this society be more tolerant to autistic children? I think if you can speak, no one is willing to pay such a high price for not speaking.
The brother in the story comes from a certain brother when he was young, a child who... Grew up and could only talk to flowers and plants.
I dedicate this article to all autistic children. I also hope that all people can be more tolerant and understanding towards them.