His closest friend is his reflection.
BackstorySometimes I watch him talking to his reflection in the stove and I feel so incredibly sad. This sweet little boy has found a way to keep himself happy with a few simple toys and his friend in the glass.
Shouldn't he have someone to talk to? Shouldn't he have a real friend? And why am I sad when he seems just fine? He very lovingly pushes his toys across the floor, chirping, "Truck, truck, truck!" as he goes and I just feel sad.
The way his face lights up when he's around other babies and children kind of breaks my heart. He loves playing with other kids. He's like a big brother who just doesn't have anyone else to talk to. Just his reflection.