Two years later, my mother gave birth to my younger brother named Tausif. I was really happy when he came into my life. I was used to taking care of him most of the time because our parents used to go out to work. When there was a situation, my brother, Tausif, helped me to learn to be more patient. He taught me how to deal with any kind of situations. A few years later, Tausif was diagnosed as having autism. The news of him being autistic devastated our lives, but we somehow managed and accepted the fact. It’s kind of hard to handle Tausif. He is six years old now and doesn’t even know how to utter a word. He always screams and still wears the diaper that I have to change. I somehow have managed to live with him. I still have a strong desire
