My daughter with Aspergers asked me if I missed her. Of course I do. She then told me she would come home to spend the night Friday night. Hmmm. I'll have to remember how that worked.
She thinks she is helping me. She is more willing to do what I want when she thinks she is helping me. I forget that she and the daughter with Autism sometimes feel what other people feel more than what they feel. That must be a talent. Other people do not seem to do that.