[Short Story] They Don't Deserve Me

    It all started off like any other day. Everyone was at the table, eating. Dad hid another book inside his shirt, while mom hesitantly stared at him. I sat there, eating normally unlike the two.

    But this time, it was different. Not with them, with me. I’ve always felt...different. It’s so confusing, I can’t understand. I mean...why? Why am I born like this? Am I mistake? A defect?

    When I finished, I stood and quietly walked to my room whilst the two bickered. I sat down on the bed and looked at myself.

    I stared at my hands, or what I wish them to be. I felt my face, which isn’t the kind I wanted to see. I stared at the mirror at the corner of the room. I’m not normal, and I hate it.

    The tear started to stream. My vision blurred so much; I had to dirty my suit. I whined and whimpered. I heard footsteps come up and arrive at my door.

    Dad was at my door. He quickly walked over and sat down, stroking my head. “Hey, what’s wrong?” He stated, looking at me with worried eyes. I whined louder, burying my face on his arm.

    “A-Am I that weird..?” I sobbed, my words broken by my shaky voice. “Why am I so different? W-Why can’t I be normal?!” I continued, my sobs turning into loud bawls. (BAWLS)

    He frowned (How did he even see him do that) and stroked me, letting me cry for a few minutes. I quietly stopped, but still having small sniffs.

    He looked at me and smiled, patting my head. “Yes, you’re different. Everyone is. But that’s why we love you. We might fight a lot, but that’s normal, right? If that’s normal, then you being you is normal too.”

    I peered and grinned, joy filling my body. “Thanks.” I marvelled.

    You’re different too, but that can be the reason why you’re special too.