The beginning of light

11

“Mom! I bent the wooden ruler! I was the very first one who managed it!! There it is!” As soon as she entered the doorway, the little girl handed the item to Monica and stilled herself with a proud smile from ear to ear, waiting for an approving reaction.
“How did you bend it?” Monica picked up the ruler bent along the edge, examining it in bewilderment.
“Like so! We were told to imagine its essence. To feel that we are all one, one with this object as well. And everyone tried, tried to bend it. Some even broke theirs. While I looked at it, looked so intently. Tried to feel its essence. And then all of a sudden I felt the space differently. Mom, it was as if everything had become not colored, but black and white and striped, like a lined notebook page. As if everything was just a part of one whole. One matter. Dobre called it the matrix. And in that second, I bent it like this with my hands. Then, I was really surprised and stopped seeing everything like that, as if I fell out of this feeling, next thing I know, the ruler is bent!! I bent it in the matrix, bent its essence, and therefore it also bent in our world, and did not break. Can you imagine?!” The girl began to joyfully jump around the room in complete delight. “Imagine! Can you imagine?! Hooray! Hooray! I screamed, and everyone looked at me and also began to try doing it this way. I told a few others and they also succeeded after a while. Did I do well?”
“Well done, well done,” Monica replied with a smile, laughing slightly, sneaking a moment to stroke her daughter’s head when the girl jumped closer, and wrapping her in a hug. “My clever girl. I did not expect such abilities from you in these classes of yours. At school, you were never this excited about your successes.”
“Well, duh! School is boring, Mom. There's all sorts of nonsense. No one taught me how to bend rulers!”
“Well, why is the ability to bend rulers more important than knowledge of your native language?”
“The fact that I can bend anything! To influence the matrix of any object, all I need to do is concentrate like this. And learning grammar rules is boring! It's just a bunch of rules that people made up. And what is the point of writing essays on topics that are absolutely of no interest to me?”
“Okay, okay, fine,” Monica acquiesced and sat on the bed. “You are basically my little magician.” 
“Yes!! We are all magicians, Mom. Including you. You just haven't practiced yet. Would you like to? There is also an adult school, by the way!”
“I don’t know, my love. I have not yet gotten used to all this, not enough to go bend rulers and read thoughts.”
“Mom, you'll learn how to read thoughts yourself,” Mila stated meaningfully and importantly, sitting down next to her mother. “To do this, you just need to free your mind from unnecessary thoughts and be attuned to the frequency of another person,” she said with the tone of a professor. “And then, when it is beneficial for both souls, the information about the thoughts of the other person will come to your mind by itself. Perhaps not with the same phrasing or words, but with the same essence.”
“See, you can teach me everything yourself just as well as any professor,” Monica admired her daughter with a smile. “I'm glad you like it. You are my sunshine...” she tenderly hugged Mila, pulling her to herself. “I love you very much.”
“And I love you, Mom,” the girl happily clung to her in response.