"Its a boy" said someone in a happy sounding voice, but soon after in a more serious tone asked about the symbol that is next to my heart when another man said not worry about it. Two months after I was born I became very Ill and was taken to the hospital. On the way there I suddenly was pushing things around with a black substance that was coming from my wrist. My mom tried to speak quietly to my father, thinking I can't hear about what was happening but my dad kept ignoring it and tried to focus on something else. when we got to the hospital room they saw that the symbol met to my heart was lighting up. The nurse said that this was the cause of my sickness but said they can't do anything about it. As time went on I was feeling better but the black substance was appearing more often and thus effected everyone's thought on my family. When I reached the age of five, my mom and dad who were facing ridicule every day for the last 3 years was tired of it and took me to the park to go play. When I was done, I said lets go home but my dad had other plans. He said that the black substance that keeps appearing should be able to protect so we are going to let you fend for yourself. I pled to them not to leave me here but they didn't listen. Their last words they told was that when I can control the black substance, I can come home before they drive off, leaving me alone to fend for myself. The next eleven years of my life were the hardest in my life I have ever faced.