The Flower Child

The Flower Child by Abbey Horan

Kaitlynn Foster is a beautiful girl. She is also an amazing artist at such a young age of thirteen. Portraying awesome masterpieces is what her applicable life has compelled her to do. Kaitlynn tries so hard to do the best she can through out her life, she tries harder than anyone I have known. And oh yeah, I forgot to mention… Kaitlynn is autistic.   
Kaitlynn has a dreadful condition that has made her life very hard to live normal. She has a small case of Asperger Syndrome. That means that Kaitlynn has a hard time socializing with words, and that she is obsessive with one topic or interest. For Kaitlynn, she is obsessive with art and painting. I am her best friend, and my name is DeLacey Farmer. I have always supported Kaitlynn with her art and social life. People don’t understand what she goes through, and some people just choose to make fun of her instead of really getting to know her. I want Kaitlynn to excel in life, and she has achieving that goal step by step.
Kaitlynn loves to draw and paint flowers. She has told me that they are just so beautiful to her, and they remind her of her mother. Kaitlynn’s mother died when she was ten years old, and Kaitlynn seems to have trouble understanding the fact her mother is gone, or maybe she just refuses to accept it. Either way, she has always been painting things about her mother since then, and they have turned out marvelous. At one point, she wanted to start bringing one of her and her mother everywhere with her. A man saw it and asked if he could put it into a charity auction fund for orphans, that coming Saturday. Of course, Kaitlynn refused. Even without words you could tell she was angry at him for even suggesting the idea. Kaitlynn’s loss of her mother has been so hard for her among other things…
Today, Kaitlynn and I went to her house and so she could show me her new drawing. When we stepped inside, I asked her where she had put it. “Its…its in the…the cupboard Dee.” I reached into her art cupboard on the top shelf where she put most of her new drawings at, but there was nothing there. “No Dee, its…its in the drawer to keep safe.” She told me. “Are you sure Katy?” I checked to make sure she was focused and thinking right. “Yes…yes its there.” So I opened the small drawer to perceive a beautiful painting of two hands in the front of a background of a willow tree and a small pond beside it. That looked just like where me and her met, I was amazed at how well her painting resembled the site of our meeting. A tear trickled down my face and onto the treasured painting of her memory. “Why are you crying Dee? Don’t you…you like it?” She said, not making eye contact with me. “No Katy, I love it, these are tears of joy.” I smiled and wiped away the warm drips running down my face. She looked at me, right in my eyes, and said, “I love you Dee, you make my life the best life I could live.” I hugged her tight and saw that she was showing emotion, she was shedding tears. “I love you too Katy, and I am so glad to be apart of your life.” I was surprised with all the progress she was showing, acting like she didn’t have a condition to deal with, she was happy.
Her Father walked in with a smile on his face. He gave Kaitlynn a big hug, then he hugged me. “I heard what just happened. You are such a wonderful girl DeLacey, thank you so much for keeping Katy so close in your life, your like her mother that she needs, and a great friend.” I smiled and looked at Kaitlynn. I know that she is a normal person inside, and I am doing something right. I am watching over this flower child for God, that blooms in her way.