Spin: Especial

Miguel rolled over in his bed, pulling the twisted sheets out from under his body. He reached for the plastic snow globe and spun it back and forth.

The autistic boy smiled as the flakes of snow flitted and floated about the water and drifted to the blue base of the globe. Miguel didn’t realize it, but his dream was quickly fading from his thoughts.

“Simple minded,” he’d heard the others say, but Miguel knew different. He was more than ‘different,’ he was ‘especial’ and knew it, even if the others didn’t understand.

“Desayuno!” he heard his mother call out.