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The moment I opened my eyes, I saw 3 things. A spotlight, a stage, and a man. He spoke to me so calmly, so gently, I almost couldn't understand who or what he was referring to. He held my hand and squeezed it. He said,
" Sprout, you will spark the eyes of creative children all around you. You, are their protector, and as a protector, you save them. Always, save them. "
I don't know what he's talking about. And yet, I do. I stare at his hand, then at his eyes, and then at his hand again.
I feel like crying, so I hug him. He lets me sob into his arms, everything is overwhelming but I don't know why. It hurts, this hurts, I hurt.
My first ever emotion,
from the moment I was born,
Was guilt.
