A/N: Thanks to Pricat for supporting me to post something that has someone with a disability, I'm going to post more of them when I have an urge for it, along with when I have time. This summer's been okay, but it could have been better. Damn hot weather!

Anyway, enjoy!

Lillian always knew her daughter Fiona was different because by day, Fiona's a human, and by night, she's an ogre. The Queen accepted that and loved the young princess for who she is. Then, one day, when Fiona was turning three years old, Lillian took Fiona to the doctors because she saw that her daughter was developing odd behaviors like not responding when being called, not making eye contact, repeating what is being asked of the young red-head, and setting things up and order from smallest to largest.

It took a while for the doctors to figure out what was wrong with Fiona and why she was developing the sudden behaviors she was doing.

"Autism?" Harold couldn't believe what his wife told him.

"Yes, that's what the doctors told me. Fiona was responding to some of what the doctors were telling and asking her, along with not making eye contact with no one. Fiona was also doing a lot of repetitive movements and motions with her hands and fingers," Lillian said.

Harold wasn't pleased from what Lillian told him. "Great. Just when I thought our daughter couldn't get anymore of a freak, she has something that makes her an idiot!"

"Harold, Fiona's not a freak or an idiot!" Lillian yelled at her husband who was pacing back and fourth in frustration, "She just has something that effects a few parts of her brain. I know if we help her through this, she'll be able to do anything."

All Harold did was dryly chuckle at his wife's words. "You know, Lillian. That's the problem with you." Lillian was confused at Harold's response before the King continued. "You always think of the positive things in any situation that's negative."

"And that's a bad thing?"

"Don't you ever stop to think if Fiona will ever be able to have the ability to have a normal life like everyone else? I mean, look at her. She already has a curse of being human by day and ogre by night, but she has another curse for us to worry about."

"Fiona's only three years old. You don't know what will happen during that time, Harold," Lillian told him as Fiona was stacking blocks as high as she could before the toys fell to the ground, "I know with the right amount of help, Fiona can do anything."

Harold let out a huff of annoyance. "We'll see if you're right or not, Lillian. And if not, then she's leaving."

As Harold walked off, Lillian lets out a sigh of her own who heard the blocks fall to the ground again from them being stacked too high. Lillian stood up from sitting in a chair and walked to where her daughter was. Fiona was now stacking the blocks by color and alphabetic order as Lillian ran a hand through Fiona's short messy hair and gave her a light kiss on the top of the princesses head.

"Don't worry, dear. What your father said isn't true. I believe in you. No matter what others tell you."

A/N: This is what happens when you watch the Thailand movie Chocolate Fighter for two to three days straight. You'll find out what I mean as I continue in the next chapter.