Joel had left around 3 so by the time Liam got home there was no evidence of him. Liam opened the door and began babbling about his first day of school. He told me all about his teacher, including how she smells like flowers, what they’re going to learn about, and the little girl that pulled on his long yet boyish locks of blonde hair. “Maybe she likes you,” I teased.

“How can she? It’s only been the first day. She’s just mean.” He crossed his arms and pouted, making him look so cute though he wasn’t trying to be.

“Oh and Mommy?”

“Yes sweetie.”

“Am I different?”

My ears turned red at what I feared I was going to have to tell my son, “In what way dear?”

He shrugged, “Well no one else goes away to eat pills every time their watch goes off, not even Meanie Girl. Plus everyone looks at me with weird looks”

“Like what?”

“Some were sad, others were grossed out.”

I sighed, “Well Liam, from the minute you were born you were different, and not in a good way. Not a good way at all.”