Being left out and alone can feel terrible. Marley is one such person. She isn't like anyone else and has a hard time fitting in. Her parents worry that she'll never find anyone to love. But life always has a different plan. It's not about someone to love, it's about allowing someone to love her for who she is. This book is now available on Amazon. Hope you enjoy.
‘She’s different,’ the doctors had said.
‘What do you mean different?’ Marley’s parents had asked.
The two year old had hid under the table away from it all.
Marley was no ordinary woman. At the age of two her parents had been told that she was special. Without many people to understand or help her much, Marley would bury herself in figures. Maths and patterns were the only things that calmed her down. Her genius pushed her through school – although it was lonely – to where she became a maths professor. Not the easiest thing for her.
For a moment, she gazed at her dark brown eyes as she looked through the mirror. No own could ever tell what lay behind those eyes. Even she didn’t know what lay behind her eyes. Life for Marley had never been easy. It was quite obvious there was something wrong by the time she was two. It seemed as though there was something not quite right. She was never able to blend in with other children, she loved to sit beneath a table, and loathed to be touched. It overwhelmed her mother Doris. She’d so wanted to touch her daughter, but Marley wouldn’t let her. Scott, Marley’s dad had been able to cope with it a little better. It wasn’t easy, but he also accepted that their child was never going to be like any other child. It had been confirmed by doctors that she was autistic. It was hard to say where she was, because of the broad spectrum. What happened with other children, didn’t necessarily mean it would happen to Marley.
There was one thing that Marley was good at and that was numbers and patterns. She could spend hours just working a puzzle or working mathematical problems. It seemed that there was something special lying underneath it all.
Marley took the toothbrush from the cup and put a blob of toothpaste on it. She set the timer on the side of the sink at two minutes and began to brush. As soon as the timer went off, Marley rinsed her mouth. Next, it was her face. She washed her face with great precision. It wasn’t always the case, but sometimes the time it took her to do something was important. The shower was next, and within ten minutes she was out and ready to get dressed.