My sister's language

My sister is very special, she will always be like my family's little girl for she has autism and
that might get me a little sentimental. Her condition makes her different, she is not from this
world and all the things she does make me feel kind of ignorant. One of those things is the
way she expresses everyday, how she never says a word but always being, some way or
another, heard. Autism did not only give her trouble, but she used it to create her very own
way of spoken lyricism. That is what I think she does, but she is always more than anyone
expects. Her brand new language has been very useful for her, because there is always a
way in which we can understand. As ordinary mortals, we could never talk to her with her
language, instead, she has to translate ours into her own. All of us might think "oh God! She
is always yelling and slurring, always crying or laughing but never an intermediate, does she
even know what that is?", and the answer I will give you is: ask her and if you understand
what she tells you, then you deserve the answer. To learn how to interpret my sister's
language you must know her very well, know every of her gestures and every of her tones,
know when she is upset and know when she is pleased, know when she is sad and know
when she is joking, know every of her expressions and the times she wants to use them. It
has been almost 18 years since the day she came into my life, I have had a lot of practice,
but you can give it a try. Want to know why it is so hard? She is her own language. We are
so used to the ordinary people that our mind can not quite understand such an amazing
person like her, therefore her language is mindblowing for us. The way I have learned this
language seems pretty simple, though it is not. I get to know her feelings through those
times when she is in the mood to give me a hug or when she lets me kiss her head because
she doesn't like saliva on her cheeks, I know what she means when lets me know that I have
to give her some space and when she wants to play and laugh with me in our living room.
And if anyone ever asked me "what does your sister mean to you?" I would surely say "well,
she is worth everything, even that I learn the hardest language and that I write a poem about
her by myself".