Ciara O’Rourke

“Paying for his breakfast would require the last of the cash in his wallet. After that, he had only $1.75 left in a Prosperity Bank checking account, which he’d opened roughly eight years earlier. But Averill wasn’t worried about money. The bank was less than a block away, and when he finished eating he was going to rob it.”

A moving personal essay by Ciara O’Rourke about preparing for a future in which she is the primary caregiver for her sister, who is living with autism.