Matteo's POV
“Matt, Matt.” My mother whispered, her touch light on my face. “It's okay, it's okay.” She cooed. I remembered this day, the fondest memory I had of my mother.
“They are afraid of me.” A much younger me cried, clutching my mother's checkered dress, “ Is it true?”
“Is what true, my son?” Her hand brushed a curly strand of hair from my eyes, giving me a clear view of her crystal blue eyes.
“They said I was strange, that I wasn't normal, and that's why we don't use the scissors in class when I'm around.” Mother sighed, thinking of the right words to say.
“What direction does the world revolve in?” She asked randomly, faux curiosity on her face.
“Clockwise.” I was confused by the sudden question, but I wanted to know where it was going. “And what direction does Matteo revolv
