My father. He was an autistic man, his mother died at giving birth, and he never went to school, couldn’t read nor write. Grew up as an orphan in a family who made him work on the fields from a very early age. And he’s done that all his life: working on the field. I never knew him doing something else. He never gossiped, never complained, never spoke ill of people and was always willing to help others who needed it. My mother very much appreciated him for this, and often, when we ...

My father. He was an autistic man, his mother died at giving birth, and he never went to school, couldn’t read nor write. Grew up as an orphan in a family who made him work on the fields from a very early age. And he’s done that all his life: working on the field. I never knew him doing something else. He never gossiped, never complained, never spoke ill of people and was always willing to help others who needed it. My mother very much appreciated him for this, and often, when we sat at the table with the family, she often told him how much she loved him, and how much she appreciated him working so hard for his family and taking care of them. And then he looked at her kindly, smiled softly and said just nothing. And then she got up, went over to his chair, embraced him, kissed him on the head and said, “I love you so much – and thank you for everything you do for us.”
This are the most beautiful gifts I have received from Mother and Father: say “thank you”, and “I love you.”

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