Blurb：
After being adopted by a young couple, Emma becomes the new sister to Ethan, a boy with autism. Determined to connect with her silent brother, Emma uses her lively personality and unconventional methods—like dismantling his bedroom door—to break through his barriers. Through heartfelt storytelling and persistence, she shares her orphanage experiences, slowly capturing Ethan’s attention. This touching tale explores family, autism, and the power of unwavering companionship, as Emma’s chatter and Ethan’s subtle reactions hint at a growing bond. Perfect for readers seeking emotional stories about sibling relationships, autism representation, and heartwarming connections.
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After making another orphan cry, the director brought me before a young couple.
If you’re looking for a companion for your autistic son, she’s the perfect fit. She’s the most talkative—I mean, the most lively kid in the whole facility.
Once you adopt her, please don’t ever bring her back. That’s my only request.
The young couple seemed to ignore the director’s last words and said excitedly, “She’s exactly what we want!”
I didn’t know what autism was, but my new mom explained, “Autism means you can talk to him as much as you want, and he’ll never get annoyed.”
My eyes lit up.
This sounded like the perfect chatting partner for me!
My new parents led me to a closed bedroom door, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
“Go on in, sweetie. Your big brother just doesn’t talk much, but he’s really sweet.”
“If you can get him to respond, we’ll grant you any wish.”
My eyes sparkled as I pushed the door open.
“Bro—”
Slam!
I stared at the closed door, totally confused.
Mom and Dad sighed. “It’s okay, Emma. He’s like that. Try again tomorrow. Go rest in your room for now.”
Their retreating backs were slumped with disappointment and helplessness. It tugged at my heart.
I must have used the wrong approach.
I was determined to find the key to unlocking him.
“Brooooo—”
Slam!
I tried another approach.
“Dear brother—”
Slam!
“My incredibly strong and cool brother—”
Slam!
“Oppa~”
Slam!
“Bro?”
Slam!
Me: …
Was this door welded shut or what?
The next day, I showed up with a screwdriver and took the door apart.
My parents watched me from the top of the stairs, their eyes filled with… approval?
“With a sister like this, how could our son not talk? She’s like a little angel.”
I gritted my teeth and unscrewed the doorknob.
Then, with another effort, I removed the whole door.
Inside sat a stunningly handsome boy. My eyes lit up.
So this “bro” was this good-looking!
“Hi, bro. I’m Emma. I’m your new sister—”
Thud!
He hurled the book he was holding at the cabinet, clearly upset by the intrusion.
I grinned at the parents and dove straight under Ethan’s covers.
They exchanged a silent look and quietly left.
I tried holding Ethan’s hand, but he pulled away.
I tried again—he withdrew again.
This went on for five whole minutes.
I gave up.
Time to use my mouth instead.
I snatched the crocodile plushie he was hugging and held it close.
“Bro, I always tell stories to my stuffed animals at this time. Since I’m not at the orphanage anymore, I’ll tell you one.”
Ethan stayed silent, staring blankly at his blanket.
But I was already satisfied.
At least he didn’t call me a waste of space or an idiot and throw me out, like the kids at the orphanage did.
And he even didn’t try to take his plushie back..
I flashed him a cheeky grin.
“Wanna hear about my childhood? Orphan life was actually kinda fun. Something new every day.”
“When I was three, the director found me with a broken arm. He said I was lucky—otherwise I’d be a chatty little cripple. Heh.”
“After I moved in, I realized the kids loved role-playing. They’d act like emperors, forcing younger kids to kneel, serve them, clean up… I said my arm was broken, so I couldn’t. Guess what?”
“The ‘emperor’ said even cripples had to obey. So I poured water all over him, called him a fake emperor, a loser, said he had no…”
Ethan’s finger twitched. He glanced at me subtly.
I didn’t notice and kept going.
“The director saw the whole thing and heard me cussing. He got mad and made me clean all the toilets. So I slept in the bathroom all night without lifting a finger. Pretty smart, huh?”
“And those kids, they called me ‘runt’ because I was small. Every time I heard it, I’d jump up and bop them on the head with a dustpan. After a while, no one my size dared to call me that anymore. It was the bigger kids I couldn’t beat. Every time I fought a kid my age, I’d get beaten up by an older one afterward. Good thing I’m tough! ”
“I always cursed back till they cried. I’m pretty awesome, right?”
I said seriously, “If anyone bullies you, just call them a psycho. Got it?”
“Repeat after me: psycho…”
After my rant, I reached for his hand, hoping for a reaction.
But the moment I lifted my hand, Ethan pulled his away.
Me:?!
So began a half-hour game of me reaching and him dodging.
I even chased him out of bed and into the living room, hand outstretched.
“Wait, bro! I haven’t finished my story!”
Mom and Dad heard the commotion and looked over.
“Honey, our son seems so much more alive! We made the right choice.”
“Yeah, sweetie.”
Ethan: …
Mom and Dad thought me getting Ethan out of his room was a huge breakthrough.
They rewarded me with tons of gifts.
I hauled all of them into Ethan’s doorless bedroom.
“Don’t be jealous. What’s mine is yours. I’m loyal like that!”
My eyes shone. “Ooh, a designer backpack! Mine, not yours.”
“Wow! Pretty lace underwear! Mine, can’t share.”
“Cute initial hairclip? Mine.”
“Adorable pink bunny slippers? Mine.”
“Pink dress? Mine.”
“Mary Janes? Mine.”
“All mine.”
I stared at the pile of pink gifts, deep in thought.
“So… do you like pink?”
I stood and grabbed his hand, slipping a tiny purse into it.
“Here. For you.”
But Ethan jerked back as if burned and frantically wiped his hand on his sleeve.
I studied my palm.
“Your hands are so soft, bro.”
Ethan scrubbed even harder.
Mom and Dad thought I didn’t like the gifts since I took them to Ethan’s room.
They decided to take me shopping to pick my own.
I glanced at the doorless room. “Is Ethan coming? Let’s bring him.”
They hesitated.
“Ethan doesn’t like shopping…”
I tilted my head. “Who doesn’t like shopping? You probably never tried. He—”
“Crowds make him anxious. It can be… overwhelming for him,” Dad explained, taking my hand to lead me out.
I looked back and saw Ethan’s expressionless face on the balcony.
I stopped and met his gaze.
Ethan looked so lonely.
Maybe he wanted to live normally too.
I let go of Mom and Dad’s hands and ran back inside.
“I’m staying! I’ll keep Ethan company. I’ll love anything you bring back!”
I dashed upstairs—where someone was waiting.
Mom and Dad hugged each other, crying.
“She’s an angel!”
I rushed through the doorway and grabbed Ethan’s hand.
“I’m not going. I’ll tell you stories.”
Surprisingly, Ethan didn’t pull away.
He even let me lead him to the couch.
My eyes sparkled, and my mouth started running.
“Bro, wanna hear the story of the little girl who sold nukes?”
Ethan: …
“Once, a girl had no money but a room full of nukes. She tried selling them, but no one bought any. Cold and hungry, missing her grandma, she lit one up. That night, the whole village saw their grandma.”
Ethan: …
I pondered. “And Little Red Riding Hood—hey, don’t cover your ears, bro…”
Mom and Dad brought more gifts.
So many the room could barely hold them.
I felt guilty accepting them—I still hadn’t gotten Ethan to talk.
Not even a flicker of emotion.
But II was in the middle of trying to stuff another box into the closet, telling them they really should stop.
They smiled. “We’re enrolling you in school. We’ve adopted you, and that means being responsible for your education.”
I glanced at the doorless room.
“Can Ethan go too?”
They shook their heads. “Ethan’s older. Even if he went, he wouldn’t be in your class. A tutor’s better.”
I frowned. “But he should try being around kids. I read that it might help.”
“Isn’t the goal for him to learn to communicate? Maybe friends would help.”
They finally nodded.
“Okay, we’ll try.”
I cheered and ran to Ethan’s room.
“Yay! Now we can twin with our Disney backpacks!”
Ethan: …
I wasn’t wrong.
Ethan definitely began showing more… reactions..
Pale, sweaty, veins bulging.
He looked awful.
I held his hand and guided him inside.
“Bro?”
Ethan didn’t pull away—instead, he gripped my hand tightly.
Almost crushing it.
I bit back the pain.
Then came the taunts.
“Why’s the freak back? Shouldn’t he be in a special school?”
“Look at him wobble. What a loser.”
“The mute has a bodyguard now? How pathetic.”
“Look at his hands! So weird. Are those ‘autism hands’? Hahaha! Normal people like us just do cool hand gestures, not that spazzy stuff!”
Now I understood.
Why Ethan hated school.
I bared my teeth and raised my fists.
“One more word, and I’ll punch you!”
“You losers make fun of others? Look in the mirror!”
“So what if his hands move differently? Can you even do the Griddy? No? You’re the disabled ones!”
I pointed and cursed at each one.
The crowd scattered.
“The mute’s got a psycho with him. Run!”
I rushed back to Ethan, who stood head down, fists clenched.
“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“They’re a bunch of jerks. Ignore them.”
I snapped matching smartwatches onto our wrists.
“If anyone bothers you, call me. I’ll find you!”
Ethan didn’t speak. He just stared intently at the smartwatch on his wrist.
My legendary outburst at the school gate that morning had clearly left an impression. No one in my own classes dared to mess with me.
I relaxed and focused on lessons—until my watch buzzed last period.
I answered to hear yelling.
“Where’s your little guard now, freak? Freaks don’t belong in normal schools!”
I bolted outside and saw Ethan surrounded by boys kicking and punching him.
He didn’t react—just shielded the watch on his wrist.
I charged in, knocking two down.
“Pick on someone your own size, cowards!”
They turned on me.
“Think you can take us all alone?”
I felt a hand grip mine.
Ethan shook his head slightly.
I noticed his bruised lip.
I took a deep breath.
“Don’t worry, bro. Remember? I’m the orphanage champ. I can handle three.”
I dropped my backpack and pulled out a stick.
“Holy—she’s actually insane!”
When Mom and Dad arrived, only Ethan and I sat in the principal’s office.
I smiled and picked grass from his hair.
“You still look handsome, even with grass in your hair, Brother.”
Ethan looked away.
“What happened?!”
My parents’ voices were thick with worry. My heart sank. This was it. I was going to be punished, maybe even sent back. I nervously gripped Ethan’s hand.
He didn’t push me away. Instead, his fingers closed around mine.
Stunned and overjoyed, I interlaced our fingers, holding his hand properly.
“She beat those boys up with a stick. They’re in the hospital. Their parents want answers…”
My parents looked at me. I shrunk in my seat, already picturing the orphanage gates.
But first, I’d make those bullies pay.
As I reached for my watch, they hugged me.
“Emma, tell us the truth. We’ll handle it.”
I froze.
I wouldn’t be thrown out?
I played the recording from my watch.
“They started it! I didn’t hit people—I hit animals!”
The principal glared. “Such language…”
But when the recording played, the room went quiet.
Mom and Dad trembled with anger hearing words like “autism hands” and “retard.”
“This is your idea of education?”
“The Williams Foundation may reconsider funding your new library.”
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