Blurb：
Emma, the spirited orphan with a turbulent past, finally finds a home with a family seeking a companion for their autistic son Ethan. The director's desperate plea—"don't ever bring her back"—hints at Emma's rebellious yet resilient nature. But when she meets Ethan, a stunningly handsome but withdrawn boy who responds to her chatter with slammed doors and silence, Emma refuses to give up. Using her signature determination, she dismantles his barriers—literally taking apart his door—and slowly earns his trust through relentless storytelling and playful persistence. As Emma shares her orphanage adventures—from outsmarting bullies to surviving punishments—Ethan's subtle reactions, like a twitching finger or a fleeting glance, signal a breakthrough. This heartwarming tale explores autism, family bonds, and the power of unconditional love, perfect for fans of emotional sibling dynamics and characters like Emma and Ethan who defy expectations. Dive into their journey where every slammed door leads to a new opportunity for connection.Content：
After making another orphan cry, the director brought me before a young couple.If you're looking for a companion for your autistic son, she's the perfect fit. She's the most talkative—I mean, the most lively kid in the whole facility.
Once you adopt her, please don't ever bring her back. That's my only request.
The young couple seemed to ignore the director's last words and said excitedly, "She's exactly what we want!"
I didn't know what autism was, but my new mom explained, "Autism means you can talk to him as much as you want, and he'll never get annoyed."
My eyes lit up.
This sounded like the perfect chatting partner for me!
My new parents led me to a closed bedroom door, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"Go on in, sweetie. Your big brother just doesn't talk much, but he's really sweet."
"If you can get him to respond, we'll grant you any wish."
My eyes sparkled as I pushed the door open.
"Bro—"
Slam!
I stared at the closed door, totally confused.
Mom and Dad sighed. "It's okay, Emma. He's like that. Try again tomorrow. Go rest in your room for now."
Their retreating backs were slumped with disappointment and helplessness. It tugged at my heart.
I must have used the wrong approach.
I was determined to find the key to unlocking him.
"Brooooo—"
Slam!
I tried another approach.
"Dear brother—"
Slam!
"My incredibly strong and cool brother—"
Slam!
"Oppa~"
Slam!
"Bro?"
Slam!
Me: …
Was this door welded shut or what?
The next day, I showed up with a screwdriver and took the door apart.
My parents watched me from the top of the stairs, their eyes filled with... approval?
"With a sister like this, how could our son not talk? She's like a little angel."
I gritted my teeth and unscrewed the doorknob.
Then, with another effort, I removed the whole door.
Inside sat a stunningly handsome boy. My eyes lit up.
So this "bro" was this good-looking!
"Hi, bro. I'm Emma. I'm your new sister—"
Thud!
He hurled the book he was holding at the cabinet, clearly upset by the intrusion.
I grinned at the parents and dove straight under Ethan's covers.
They exchanged a silent look and quietly left.
I tried holding Ethan's hand, but he pulled away.
I tried again—he withdrew again.
This went on for five whole minutes.
I gave up.
Time to use my mouth instead.
I snatched the crocodile plushie he was hugging and held it close.
"Bro, I always tell stories to my stuffed animals at this time. Since I'm not at the orphanage anymore, I'll tell you one."
Ethan stayed silent, staring blankly at his blanket.
But I was already satisfied.
At least he didn't call me a waste of space or an idiot and throw me out, like the kids at the orphanage did.
And he even didn't try to take his plushie back..
I flashed him a cheeky grin.
"Wanna hear about my childhood? Orphan life was actually kinda fun. Something new every day."
"When I was three, the director found me with a broken arm. He said I was lucky—otherwise I'd be a chatty little cripple. Heh."
"After I moved in, I realized the kids loved role-playing. They'd act like emperors, forcing younger kids to kneel, serve them, clean up… I said my arm was broken, so I couldn't. Guess what?"
"The ‘emperor' said even cripples had to obey. So I poured water all over him, called him a fake emperor, a loser, said he had no…"
Ethan's finger twitched. He glanced at me subtly.
I didn't notice and kept going.
"The director saw the whole thing and heard me cussing. He got mad and made me clean all the toilets. So I slept in the bathroom all night without lifting a finger. Pretty smart, huh?"
"And those kids, they called me 'runt' because I was small. Every time I heard it, I'd jump up and bop them on the head with a dustpan. After a while, no one my size dared to call me that anymore. It was the bigger kids I couldn't beat. Every time I fought a kid my age, I'd get beaten up by an older one afterward. Good thing I'm tough! "
"I always cursed back till they cried. I'm pretty awesome, right?"
I said seriously, "If anyone bullies you, just call them a psycho. Got it?"
"Repeat after me: psycho…"
After my rant, I reached for his hand, hoping for a reaction.
But the moment I lifted my hand, Ethan pulled his away.
Me:?!
So began a half-hour game of me reaching and him dodging.
I even chased him out of bed and into the living room, hand outstretched.
"Wait, bro! I haven't finished my story!"
Mom and Dad heard the commotion and looked over.
"Honey, our son seems so much more alive! We made the right choice."
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