the curious incident of the dog in the night-time

Prologue

I noticed something particular about myself today. Father, Mother, and I walked to the park down by the prairie, and I tried to chase some squirrels but I ended up falling on my face. That's the day I decided that I hate brown. Brown things cause problems, I thought to myself. I tried to divert my eyes from the trees, but saw that I had no luck so I decided to stare at the grass. Grass is green, grass doesn't cause problems. Grass is safe. Mother picked me up and spun me around, like she did when she was happy on glorious days such as this. It's ever so rarely sunny out here. But it's a funny thing though, because I didn't like yellow things.

Yellow made me think of going blind. And I disliked bananas, not just because they were yellow. When we found a spot, Father laid down the picnic basket and blanket while Mother tossed a ball to me. Again, I fell and this time it hurt and I cried. Mother walked over to me and tried to hold my hand but I wouldn't let her.

She held up her right hand and speed out her fingers into a fan so I wouldn't have to hold it. I did the same thing with my left hand and held it to hers. I don't know what happened in that moment, but that was definitely the day that defined me. That day I realized that I hated being touched, like really hated it.

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We went home and I took a bath, and looked at myself, I took a really good look. I already MT fingers out in a fan, and then did the same with the other hand. I screamed of course, I was an interesting child. Mother and Father said I was "special".

I had never given much thought before that day to what would be my defining moment. I knew I was okay, maybe even sorta great. But never "special"... It's a good and bad thing I guess.. Special.. Mother had always said it was a good thing to be special, and I didn't believe her until right then. I loved her but I didn't often tell her that, my emotions were and still are quite clouded, but I'm proud to say that I'm getting along just fine. I had Mother and father to help me with that. I also had myself, since I had the utmost confidence in myself, especially if know now that I truly am special. The trouble with this is, special has two meanings, and I'm not entirely sure which one I am, or ever will be.