"What do you remember, Mother? From my childhood. Was there anything that could've made you think that maybe I was different from everyone else?"
"I remember when your Father took your older brother fishing and you wanted to go too, but he said he couldn't handle both of you. You were crying at the door when they left because you didn't get to go. It broke your little heart. He could've taken you, he just didn't want to, and you knew that. I held you as you cried. It was then that I knew you were delicate and definitely different."
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