I always loved my little brother. He was special, in more ways than one.

He didn't live with us. He lived in the clouds. His world was untainted, the definition of innocence.

It always hurt when people didn't understand. It hurt even more when I sometimes couldn't. But we didn't see the world through his eyes. We lived on earth, and he lived in a castle in the sky.

I pretended everything was ok. But it wasn't. Sometimes I forgot. I wanted so desperately to forget.

He wasn't sick, so I couldn't cure him. There was no magic pill or special vitamins that would make him normal.

For a time, I hated God. How could he damage someone so innocent? What did he ever do? He was the sweetest person in the universe.

If I did have the power to help him, I would do it in a heart beat. His happiness was everything to me. But wasn't he happy now?

My name is Kris.

I have a little brother, Tao, who means the world to me.

He's autistic.