🧩🌈 Michael Jackson and the girl who has Autism 🧩🌈

Chapter Five

As the weeks turned into months, I was slowly starting to understand what life was like for Michael and his children.

The gates of Neverland of were not open unless the sick children came over to visit, and the same thing applied to the Jackson Family.

Paris was beginning to warm up to me, as I was like a sister-figure to her.

But according to Michael, she would always be a daddy's girl.

Prince was almost like Paris, but he still needed time to get to know me.

And Blanket was just like Michael in every way.

I didn't really talk much and my personality was almost the same as it was before the car wreck that sent me to the hospital, except for only a few things.

Michael noticed how shy I was when famous friends of his came to visit.

He was glad that I didn't cling onto him like Paris did when we went out in public.

Now, that his kids were doing online school, I was by myself for most of the day, except for when they were finished with their homework.

Recently, Michael had decided to get in touch with a therapist so he could understand more about my autism.

I found out about it one night while Michael was talking to his bodyguards and the employees that worked at Neverland.

One afternoon, he came to my bedroom while his kids were doing their homework from online school.

We both sat down on the sofa in the living room to talk.

"I found a therapist for you. She'll be coming here to see you twice a week".

Michael could see that I was nervous.

"She's a nice lady and I want you to be nice to her. Understand"?

He said to me.

I nodded my head up and down.

"Use your words, sweetheart".

Michael reminded me, as I've been rather shy about speaking with someone.

"I understand".

I spoke up.

"That's a good girl".

He smiled when I scooted over closer towards him.

Michael stroked the side of my head as I laid my head down on his chest.