The Night Was Never Ending

"I went downstairs for a glass of milk then my little brother came down He's called Kevin, but I call him Elvis Presley Because I hate Elvis Presley," he says. "He's only five so you can understand what it's like living with a five-year-old" 'The night went really slowly and the day went really fast It came at seven o'clock,' adds his younger brother. "'It's like the night was never ending,'" writes one boy who has lived with an autistic family since birth. The story is published by Simon & Schuster in hardback this week.