As for Willow, she was quite a unique child.
I needed to know how to improve her
condition. So, I had to read more books on
autism and gain the necessary knowledge to help her.
Fortunately, there was a bookshop nearby.
I took broad strides to the massive bookshop with three floors. The third floor contained
books with specific and professional
information
My eyes roamed past the category labels on
the bookshelves. From that, I figured out that psychology books were near the window.
I first located the psychology section before
finding some books on the introduction to
autism.
After paying for the books, I didn't go home
right away. Instead, I stayed in the sitting area on the first floor and flipped through the
books.
There were many books on autism. However, most spoke of cases where autistic children
were non–verbal since birth. Only a few books
mentioned cases of children like Willow.
She only stopped talking to people after a
triggering or traumatizing experience.
On top of that, she was only willing to
socialize with specific people
At some point, I placed the books back into the bag and leaned against my chair.
It seemed I would have to find a solution to
Willow's condition on my DWTL.
Willow was very clingy now and would stick
by my side at all times if she could.
She also made me do everything she wanted her mom to do with her. She would even
excitedly tell her family about insignificant
things I did with her, like how I braided her hair.
While thinking about those things,
I felt a pang of regret then. Many little
moments in life were so beautiful that I
couldn't help but want to record them in some way Alas,
such moments were sometimes too fleeting. Some conversations were so abrupt that one couldn't whip out their camera or phone
to record at in time.
Images of Willow filled my brain just then.
I ultimately couldn't help but take out a pen I had just bought. Then, I sketched out the
scenes of what happened earlier this morning with simple pen strokes.
That felt like a good way of recording how
much Willow touched me and filled my life
with sweetness. Finally, I concentrated while writing what Willow said in a blank spot on the page.
The corners of my lips couldn't help but curve upward. It warmed me to know such a lovely
child was now my daughter.
Just then, my phone rang and I casually
answered it. "Hello?
Zane was straightforward in saying,
"Willow will be done with school soon"
Zane had always driven Willow home
since she started attending kindergarten.
Because of that, he was probably used to ending his work at this time every day and driving to pick Willow up from her kindergarten.
Although Willow now had me as her mom and wasn't as eager for Zane to drive her,
Zane still couldn't change his habit. He said, have to pick her up together.
"Alright, you can come downstairs to meet me now," I answered before packing my
things and walking to his company.
Zane saw me and the bags I held once
he drove out of the garage. He immediately
asked once I got into the car,
"What did you buy?
" Some psychology books." I didn't plan on hiding it from him.
"I want to see if there are ways to help Willow get better with socializing
Zane retracted his stares and didn't speak for a long time.
He was probably thinking,
"Most ordinary people would've secretly
prayed for Willow to never improve if it meant they got to keep this amazing
job. That way, they can keep staying by
Willow's side and earn a high salary while
doing a simple job."
My actions, which contradicted that thought
process, probably surprised him.
(The next chapter is chapter 37 to 40, The chapter 36 is all ready posted. Im sorry for the delay.))