I marched my way into my brother Jacob's bedroom. He was still having trouble getting up. "Hey buddy, it's time for school," I said, opening the curtains. I explained to Jacob about how exciting school can be.

Jacob and I have a good relationship. Jacob and I have always gotten along. I love him like he is my own son. I promised my mother and father that I would take good care of Jacob if anything bad happens.

But I can think back to the day when my mom and dad used to be alive. Now I am raising Jacob as my own. It's frustrating sometimes for me to raise an autistic person. People don't understand what it's like to raise a kid with autism.

I walked my way into the closet, figuring out an outfit for Jacob. I grabbed a pair of jeans, a t-shirt with his favorite sports logo on it, some underwear, socks and shoes

I had taken all the items with me, and Jacob was being so good about patience.

He's hyperactive, but a very smart kid. I sighed, taking Jacob into the bathroom and started the bathtub. Jacob is very sensitive when it comes to smells. Since he's fourteen, I teach him how to bathe himself in the most remarkable way. I look forward to seeing Jacob living a normal life as he gets older.

As I was outside waiting for the school bus, Jacob was going through another hyperactive phase. I was being patient with him, at least that is what I was taught in a parent training class for parents with autistic children.

The school bus has arrived, and I told Jacob to have a good first day. Jacob does pretty well with riding the school bus on his own. He does tend to get nervous, and people pick on my brother due to his learning disability.

It makes me angry that people aren't careful with Jacob sometimes because he's very sensitive. I sighed, walking my way back to the house and I started to get myself prepared for work. As I am raising Jacob, I had to prepare myself on how I can manage to take care of him and go to work at the same time.

I have days where I'm exhausted, and I just wished I had a day where I can just have some "me," time. I then realized that I have a child to take care of, and that he comes first before anything else.

Izza Miller and David Matthews are Jacob's two close friends. They understand what it's like for Jacob to have autism. I remember back in the day, they promised to take care of Jacob like he's their sibling. It made me feel so special how David and Izza were understanding about Jacob's condition.

I yawned on my way out of the house, I went up to my car, unlocked it with my keys. Jacob was heading to class, along with David and Izza. His favorite teacher was his special education teacher, Mrs. Joanna.

I have met Mrs. Joanna when Jacob had started kindergarten. He was diagnosed with autism around pre school. Joanna has always been supportive of Jacob, and she also understands what it's like to raise a child with a learning disability. Starting his first day of sixth grade, Jacob seemed pretty happy about it. He was excited and loves to learn.

Jacob's favorite subject is history because he thinks that it's very unique. Jacob has an IEP, also known as Individualized Education Program.