Autistic support, the day before Easter vacation
She loves water bottles—all water bottles.
Can’t leave them alone.
He has two. She wants both.
I grab them back, return them to his lunchbag.
“No—not yours. I’m sorry, these you can’t have.”
Sharing is not his strong suit.
He sees from across the room.
Screech!
“They’re mine! She’s touching my bottles!”
He’s there, his fist tight and ready.
She cowers away, only knows he’s mad.
Probably doesn’t know why.
“Don’t do that, please.”
Slowly, he backs down.
Thank you, god.
Five minutes later she has forgotten, but
he complains until his bus comes.
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