Mattie was giving me an out ... after having just goading me into coming up with something to talk about for the next 21 miles until we made it to the highway rest stop.
Before I could comment one way or the other, he lobbed a question my way.
"So ... when did you know you were special?"
Special.
It was an interesting word choice on his part.
Did he mean "special" as in "not like all the other kids"? Because I knew that from a very young age every time I heard a school classmate talk about what her family did on the weekend.
Did he mean "special" as in "not able to be understood"? Because I knew that as a child with teachers who couldn't quite figure out how to handle me.
Did he mean "special" as in "not capable of comprehending unconditional love"? Because I knew that as a pawn of the system as soon as I was old enough to comprehend why I was being passed around without any promise of permanency.
Special.
I was always "special".
At least in my mind.
Developing a super power when I did was just another example of how damn "special" I was.
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