Mom sits beside him, brushing a lock of hair from his forehead, her presence warm and calming. "I love you, Eli. Sweet dreams, my boy."Eli cannot speak the words aloud, but as his eyelids droop and his breathing slows, his heart overflows with love. In his mind, he thinks, "I love you too," and a peaceful smile spreads across his face as he is comforted by the feeling, and drifts to sleep, knowing he is cherished and loved—just like any other child.
Eli clings tightly to Mom's hand as they walk, his moans rising as the noise grows. He flaps his hands harder, searching for calm amid the chaos. Some kids glance his way, uncertain, but Eli focuses on the thought of painting and building blocks—his favorite part of the day—even if he can't say so out loud.
Ms. Rivera, his favorite teacher, kneels to meet his gaze, her eyes kind and patient. "Hi, Eli! We're so glad you're here. Are you ready to dance in music class today?" Eli rocks on his feet, a joyful yell escaping him, his happiness echoing down the hallway. The teachers smile, and the world feels open and welcoming, every color and sound heightened by his excitement.
Eli sits at a table by the window, his plate piled high with pizza and a bowl of ice cream. He takes a bite, savoring the creamy coldness, and flaps his hands in delight. Though he eats alone, his eyes drift to the teachers and children around him, feeling their presence like a gentle hum in his chest. A
Eli runs straight to the swings at recess, shoes kicking up tiny clouds, and climbs on, pumping his legs as he leans back, eyes shut in pure bliss. After a moment, he hops off and heads for the slide, climbing with careful determination before whooshing down, his laughter ringing out. Swing, then slide, again and again—Eli's routine is his comfort. A group of kids watch him, curious but unsure, while Sophie, a kind-hearted girl, nudges her friends and steps closer. "Maybe we could try the swing and slide with Eli. It looks like fun, and he seems really happy," She climbs onto the swing beside him, matching his rhythm, and soon other children join in. When Eli lets out a loud, joyful yell, some kids jump, startled, but Sophie reassures them. "That's just how Eli shows he's happy." The laughter grows, and the children mimic Eli's flapping movements, discovering joy in his way of play.
