Rett syndrome is a genetic disorder that I have dealt with first-hand. I babysat a set of twins in my neighborhood, and one of the twins, Morgan, was diagnosed with Rett syndrome as an infant. I started babysitting the twins, Morgan and Ryan, when I was a freshman in high school, but I mainly took care of Morgan. She would giggle and smile, but other than that she was mute. Morgan ate baby food and watched Disney movies. She also wore a diaper, and was unable to walk. It was hard on the family when they found out that one of their twins had Rett syndrome. Ryan is completely normal, and experienced his childhood just as every other kid did. The parents needed a babysitter because Ryan was unable to take care of Morgan on his own. I babysat the twins up until Morgan’s death at the age of twelve. Morgan’s death was not only hard on the family, but was also hard for me as well. Even though Morgan was mute, she still knew who I was, and would laugh along with the rest of her family. The family knew that Morgan was not going to live very long, but that still didn’t make it any easier when she passed. Her siblings treated her as if nothing was wrong, and would take her everywhere that they went. Morgan touched the lives of everyone that knew her, and I am grateful that she was able to be a part of my life.…