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By being an experienced piano player, it makes me happy to know that my fifteen-year-old little sister enjoys the instrument just as much as I do. Yet seeing my little ten-year-old sister sitting in front of the piano has to be one of the greatest sights I have ever witnessed. A sight such as this one brings tears to my eyes. Her short, chubby fingers stumble over the ivory keys as she attempts to play. Her short, chubby legs are dangling from the bench; they are not even close to reaching the ground. There was something about her smile and look of interest in her eye that gave me the chills. The tiny glasses on her face makes her look as determined as ever before; she looks as if she is trying so hard to learn. It is a very difficult thing to do, however, being a ten-year-old with a disability. My little innocent sister is diagnosed with autism. Most special education children don’t have an interest in music or sports, or any of the like. It is a blessing for someone, like my sister, to have the abilities that she does