Baylor Jones, a 12 year old girl with Asperger's syndrome (autism), with an abusive life that she doesn't know how to deal with. When the "accident" happens, she gets sent to live with her 6 older brothers who haven't seen her in eleven years.
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It's now Sunday morning, two days after my fun day with Asher. Yesterday, I had a therapy session since the office was open half a day. I've been a couple of times, and we are still just learning about each other. Dr. Carter lets me go at my own pace, and if there is something I don't feel comfortable talking about, we don't. He always says we'll come back to it another time. I appreciate him letting me organize my own appointment while all the while he's doing what he needs to do. After my hour appointment, I went back home to hang out with the boys.
Now, me and the boys got up and went to church this morning. I've never been so it was interesting.
All the Sunday's I've been here, we watched a church service on the tv, but now we actually went to one. I was nervous most of the time, but I had Kingston beside me the whole time.
I didn't go to the kids class though, I just wanted to stay with my brothers. Soon, it was over and we went to go get something to eat. Mexican was the twins and Parks choice so I got to try it. I've never had Mexican food either, so today was a lot of new things. And it's only 1pm. What else could the day throw at me?
I'm in the living room, about to turn on some Disney movie, when Archer comes in. "Hey Peanut, want to do something fun with me?" He raises is eyebrows at me.
I raise my eyebrows back at him. "What kind of fun?"
"Maybe some painting? Do you like that?"
Painting? I've never done it. Sure, when I was younger I went to school for kindergarten and first grade before I got homeschooled, and we used those little water color paint but it has been a long time since then. And I don't think Archer is talking about that kind of painting anyway.
"Yes, I want to paint with you. Where are we going to paint?" I always need to know my environment, make sure it's something that's not overwhelming.
"Oh we are just going to my room, Munchkin. I have a whole studio attached to it that I use as a painting spot." Okay, that won't be bad. I can do that.
I stand up off the couch and follow Archer up the stairs to his room on the left side of the hallway. He opens the door and not surprisingly, his room is very neat and organized. I know I can't say the same about Asher and Parks. Kingston gets on to them for "making his house messy".
Archer's room is huge, like mine. He has his added spot though where I see is paint stand and canvases.
He goes over to the corner and pulls out another wooden stand. "Okay Baylor, this is an easel. You put your canvas on it while you paint, makes things easier." He must have been able to see my confusion written on my face.
I walk over to stand in front of it as he puts a white canvas on it. "What do I paint?"
He gets paint holders and starts to squeeze different colors on it, giving me bunch of choices. "You can do whatever you want, or you can follow me on what I am doing, but just be creative and have fun, Peanut. That's what matters most."
