Peter
~Many Years Ago~
For as long as I could remember, I had always been different from the other children in the pack. When they got excited and hyper, I only grew annoyed. The more they spoke about hopes and dreams, the more I wondered why I always felt so empty.
When I voiced these feelings to my parents, the only one who understood me was my father.
“Don’t worry, son,” he said with a knowing gaze. “It will all become clear in the future. I was the same way—until I met your mother.”
For years, I clung to those words, even though I had no idea what he meant. Being impatient wouldn’t help, and since my mother grew nervous around me after that, Father took me aside and taught me how to be ‘normal.’
“It’s like playing pretend,” Father explained. “Watch what the other kids do and copy
