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“I can’t do this!” I felt like stomping my foot like a child.
“Yes, you can!” he told me. “Don’t let this stop you.”
I heard him pick up the cup. I was glad it was made of plastic. I felt him put it back into my hands.
he urged.
I was feeling like a total failure, but tried again. It rose up and hovered there for a while, then fell to the floor again.
He placed it back in my hands.
My face was flushed. I didn’t want to feel like this anymore. I wanted to stop. It was no use.
he told me.
“I can’t!” I wailed. I knew I was being childish, but thinking I wouldn’t be able to control my Talent because I couldn’t see was too much to deal with.
he said quietly.
Tears streamed from my eyes. The patch was soaked. “Easy for you to say...” I mumbled.
I was frustrated, but why was I g
