06/09/2025
MY AUTISTIC BROTHER NEVER SPOKE—BUT THEN HE DID SOMETHING THAT LEFT ME IN TEARS
I’d only been in the shower for ten minutes.
The baby had just gone down, and I figured I had enough time to wash my hair before the next meltdown. My husband was out grabbing groceries, and my brother, Keane, was in the living room—same spot as always, headphones on, silently playing his matching puzzle app like he does every afternoon.
Keane doesn’t talk much. Hasn’t since we were kids. He’s gentle, predictable, sweet in his own quiet way. He lives with us now. When we offered, he just nodded. I wasn’t sure how it’d work out, honestly—but we’ve made it work.
Anyway, mid-shampoo, I heard the baby cry.
That sharp, fussy wail—the one that means I’m not okay. My stomach dropped. I rushed to rinse, heart pounding, soap still in my ears. But then… silence.
Total silence.
I threw on a towel and raced into the hallway, half-expecting chaos.
Instead, I froze.
Keane was sitting in the armchair—my armchair—with the baby curled on his chest like a sleepy little loaf of bread. One arm held the baby close, the other gently stroking his back in a soft rhythm, just like I do. And sprawled across Keane’s lap, purring like she owned the place, was our cat, Mango.
The three of them looked like they’d done this a hundred times.
The baby was out cold. Not a single tear left.
Keane didn’t look at me. He didn’t need to.
And I swear, I forgot how to breathe. Then Keane whispered something, for the first time in a while...Detail in the Comments or Most relevant => All comments 👇
