Eli, a young autistic boy with curly hair and deep brown eyes, sits cross-legged by the window, lining up his toy cars with perfect precision. Maya, his mother, watches from the couch, her gaze warm and attentive. David, Eli’s father, sits nearby, sipping coffee and reading a newspaper, occasionally peeking over the top to smile at his family.

Eli’s breathing grows quick, and he lets out a low, frustrated sound. He presses his palms to his ears, shutting out the noise and the world. "Aaaahhh... no, no, no," he mutters, voice strained, repeating the words as he tries to regain control.

"It’s okay, Eli. I see you’re upset," Maya says gently, keeping her voice soft and steady. She holds out her hand, not forcing touch but offering comfort. David adds, "We all feel angry sometimes. It’s alright to let it out in your way."

"Mad..." Eli whispers, searching their faces for understanding. Maya smiles and nods, "Yes, you’re mad. That’s okay. We love you, no matter what," she reassures him, her words wrapping around him like a blanket. David leans in, "Even when things feel all mixed up, we are always here. Always,"

Eli picks up a red car and hands it to Maya, a tiny smile flickering. "Red car. You," he says, his words halting but full of meaning. Maya beams, "Thank you, Eli. I love my red car," and David chimes in, "Look at our team," his voice warm and full of pride.

"We love you just as you are, Eli," Maya says, brushing a curl from his forehead. David wraps his arm around them both, "Always. No matter what," he promises. Eli nods, comforted, as the morning continues, safe in the embrace of unconditional love.