I always figured that I was different. My mother said I was unique, I didn't believe her. But I held nothing against her. My father said that she was my main priority to watch and protect. But that was before he left us. I was 12. As years passed we had heard nothing from him. I stayed by my mother's side and she had never left me. I did as my father asked. I soon lost hope for him ever returning. My mother never said exactly why he left but I didn't push her on. I understood that there were things that I didn't need to know.
