Special

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forgot to say it before but this how flashbacks will be written
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(Y/N) pov :

"(Y/N)"

I hear someone calling me, it's a familiar voice, a feminine one , a gentle one is calling me, my mother is calling me so I looked up at her and see a woman with dirty rigged clothes, bruises on her hand that is touching my shoulder and holding my sister

"We are poor"

That's a fact that I understood very quickly just by looking around me and I saw the difference between me and the others

I lived in one of the poorest slums of Italy, raised by an single mother who was Ill-mentally with my sister so I had to take care of a lot of things

"It's not fair"I repeated to myself for countless nights, they don't have the right to be better than me , I am better than them so why am I the one suffering?

"(Y/N)" my mom called me again

"Look it's your father" she said pointing at the man in front of us, a old man with soft brown eyes, white hair and an elegant mustache accompanied by an an very elegant suit

"Prove him that you are his son" she said and I instantly raised my hand and started to concentrate and

Fire came out of the palm of my hand, i looked up at him and saw a look on his face that I couldn't mistake for anything else

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Fire came out of the palm of my hand, i looked up at him and saw a look on his face that I couldn't mistake for anything else

Pity

He felt pity for me

Why?

"See that Timoteo? that's irrefutable prove that he is your son and her your daughter "she said with a pleased voice

Timoteo:" yes, you're right he is my son" he said it and then used the same ability as me, then he looked at my mother and gave her a package,she was very happy with what she received and simply walked away so I looked at my "father"

" keep looking at her because this is the last time you're gonna see your mother" after hearing that I simply looked at her figure that was disappearing

Lilia:"Mommy!" She cried out, she tried to run back to mom but "father" hold her hand and didn't let that happen

"waaaaahhh!" She started to cry, my sister was very attached to mom and it's normal to see her reacting that way

As for me, I didn't share that same feeling for mom, my mind didn't seem to process what was happening maybe? Still I didn't have time to think about that because "father" was talking to me

Timoteo:"(Y/N), dont be sad, be strong, you can't be affected by this because you are my son, you my boy are not like the others you've met , you're smarter, stronger , better, you're someone special" he said staring into my eyes

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