I grew up being teased and feeling like an outcast. My journey has led me to embrace my gift and make others understand me.
I always remember the lines on her forrowed forehead. How the look in her eyes made me grapple with the words again. I was her princess, her youngest grand daughter that time; I didn’t want to disappoint my grand mother. But I coundn’t make out the words. I looked up and saw how her eyes reflected encouragement, but even the kindness couldn’t hide the seeds of worry that started to grow. I went back to the colorful text on the smooth pages and tried again. It didn’t make sense. How could that be possible? It was just a children’s book that every kid my age had a little trouble reading. I looked up to her again not because I wanted to see her reaction, for I already knew what to expect, but I wanted to stop tears from falling. Our eyes locked and although my young mind can understood lttle, I knew. I needed help. Something was terribly wrong with me.