The Tales of the Pink Puffball... birth though infancy (autistic! Nonverbal)

## CHAPTER 1... THE DAY OF KIRBY'S BIRTH

*“It’s  a*
boy!  It’s  a  boy!  What
shall  we  name
him?”

Birch
remembers  the  day
Kirby  was  born
5  months  ago.
She  and  her
husband  Moss felt  overjoyed
with  the arrival  of
their  first  child,
and  the  very
first  moment  Birch
held  her  son,
sleeping  in  his
blue  blanket  in
her  paws,  she
knew  this  moment
was  a  one
to  last.

And
of  course,  Birch
had  picked  out
the  perfect  name
for  her  son,
looking  into  his
sparkling  blue  eyes  that
shone  like  a
glowing  galaxy  in
its  brightest  form.

*“Kirby!  That’s*
an  excellent  name!”
*she*
said  that  day.

Kirby,
all  cuddled  in
his  brand  new
velvety  blanket,  made
contact  with  Birch’s
eyes  before  going
back  to  sleep.
Birch  knew  her
first  child  would
grow  up  so
bright  and  intelligent,
and,  with  Kirby
secure  in  her
paws,  she  asked
her  husband  a
question:

*“When  Kirby  grows*
up,  what  do
you  think  he’ll
be,  Moss?”

*“Good  one,*
ma’am!  I  think  Kirby
 is
gonna  be  a
father  with  his
own  kids  when
he  grows  up!”

*“Perhaps*
 Kirby
will  raise  a
loving  family  when
he  grows  up,
honey.  I’d  be
happy  to  see
him  and  his
kids  before  the
day  I  take
my  last  breath…”

## CHAPTER 2... AT 5 MONTHS

Kirby  was
fast  asleep  in
his  crib,  sleeping
with  his  blue
blanket.  Today,  Birch
was  chatting  away
at  the  kitchen
table  with  Moss,
discussing  their  plans
for  the  day.“Hey,
Moss,  you  helped
me  choose  out
JUST  the  right
name  for  my
bright  little  boy!
Kirby!”  Said  Birch,
smiling  and  subtly
giggling  at  the
table.

“Yeah,
that  was  just
the  right  name!
he  is  so
cute  and  little,
indeed!”  Moss  replied,
also  smiling.  Moss’s
orange  cheeks  blushed
in  warmness  and
memory  of  Kirby’s
birth.

As
Moss  headed  towards
the  door,  he
asked  Birch  “I’m
going  out,  honey.
You  watch  your
son  as  I
buy  the  things
on  your  list,
okay?”

“Of
course,  honey.  Your
job  as  a
car  businessman  is
really  paying  off!
Love  you!”  and
Moss  left  to
do  some  shopping
as  Birch  wanted
him  to  do.  Birch  came
inside  Kirby’s  new
room  to  check
on  him.  Kirby,
still  asleep  in
his  crib,  began
to  softly  frown
and  cry  because
the  ting  of
hunger  struck  him,
and  Birch  prepared
his  bottle  for
feeding.

Birch
smiled.  As  she
poured  the  formula
powder  into  the
bottle  with  a
spoon,  she  softly
said  “Looks  like
you’re  ready  to  be  fed,
Kirby.”  Then  she
filled  the  bottle
with  water,  capped
on  the  lid
and  shook  the
bottle  a  couple
times.  Then  Birch
decided  to  pick
up  Kirby,  so
he  could  be  fed  in
the  warm  comfort
of  her  paws.
But  something  went
wrong  at  the
moment  Kirby  was
picked  up…

“Waaaahh!!”
Kirby’s  soft  crying
turned  to  loud
crying,  and  as
he  laid  in
Birch’s  arms  his
paws  were  wiggling
and  his  feet
were  kicking  in
a  fit.

“Oh!
I’m  sorry,  did
I  upset  you?”
Birch  asked,  forcing
the  bottle  towards
Kirby’s  mouth  but
his  little  paws
would  shove  it
away  as  Kirby
kept  screaming

His  body
was  bent  against
Birch’s  paws,  trying
to  escape  from
her  lap.  Birch
gently  placed  Kirby
back  into  his
crib,  deciding  it
would  be  a  good  idea
for  Kirby  to
lay  down  in
his  crib  during
feeding  after  a
screaming  fit  he
had  in  her
paws.  Birch  frowned
and  took  off
her  cap  and
held  it  in
her  left  paw,
as  her  right
paw  nervously  placed
the  bottle  into
Kirby’s  mouth.  As
the  bottle  touched
Kirby’s  lips,  Birch
felt  very  worried
Kirby  would  keep
crying.

But
alas!  Kirby  stopped
crying  so  he
could  eat!  As
the  bottle  stuck
in  his  mouth,
his  crying  stopped,
and  within  a
few  minutes  he
drank  all  of
the  formula  inside
the  bottle.  Every
last  drop  was
sipped  away.

“Kirby?
Oh,  you’re  okay.
You  were  a
pig  this  time!”
Birch  said  smiling,
her  spirits  lifted
and  her  blue
cheeks  blushing  in
relief  to  see
her  son  was
able  to  eat.  *I*
am  a  good
mommy,  *Birch  thought.*
*Kirby  just*
needed  his  formula,
and  that’s  all.