Whats's Wrong With The World

     Growing up and to this day my family, who is my mom and my brother, have always been close because we were the only ones in the U.S. but as my mom worked she meet many friends along the way and we became close to them because they were in the same situation as us also. On weekends we would have dinners with them and some friends had kids around my age, which was a plus. One of the family friends were starting to be considered as family because of the help we would get from them and the help we would give them in return. I started calling them my aunt, my uncle and my cousins. My youngest cousin who was born around when i was 5 was diagnosed with autism and at times when we were over at my aunts and uncles house it seemed hard for them to raise him but one thing was for certain was that they loved him and we did also but as the years went by we started noticing that my cousins were somewhat ashamed and embarrassed of having an autistic brother. Although, I was not in their shoes I understood being autistic is not something anyone choose to be but all we could do is accept it because he was family and we loved him and in his way he expressed the love he had towards us. What’s wrong with the world is that although things like this happen you cannot be embarrassed of it because it was God's gift.