Of course it was my own fault if any blame was to be issued. I taught my children to be carefree and happy. I taught them to love themselves and  respect each other with a reverence of pride. I made sure their self esteem was as high or higher than my own. For hours each day I read to them from the womb and played classical music with head phones attached to my stomach, from the minute I knew they were conceived. So how could they not be extraordinary, how could they not be talented, it was in me, in my bloodline, they were bound to be exceptional and remarkable.

My oldest a boy I named Jason after his father. Now everyday he is acting more like a father to me than a son. Wise and mature far beyond his eleven years, sporting a bookcase with a collection of books in his room that would put Mark Twain to shame.  Both possessing extraordinary intellect, with amazing creative talents. They were sometimes too well mannered and utterly rational, for their own good.  However being ridiculously intelligent can prove to be a blessing and a curse. I know, that’s one of the reasons why I am seeing a doctor now.  My kids, as well as myself are often observed by the world as being either clever genius or elevated freaks, depending on who, in the world, is doing the observation.

Eventually both of my children had to be placed in grades several times higher than their age group allowed, while still try to be young, happy, and care free, at the same time. It was a lot for all of us to balance. But somehow we managed to be happy, loving and carefree.
Somehow we managed to be normal, whatever that was.

I turned towards the chairs where my kids sat across the room, and there was the handsome stranger from the elevator, sitting next to Helene, talking to Jason. And for a minute my mind began to wonder off again.What would become of us all, I wondered to myself.
I walked towards my kids and the man looked up at me,  staring at me, with a weird smirk on his face as I walked towards them. Why was he staring?I wondered. Was my hair looking crazy or something. I never really gave much thought to how I looked. Especially not today, after all I had been through already.  Yes, I always took the time to put on make up and comb my hair each day, but looks were not top priority in My life, survival was.