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“Quirkless.”
That word, that single word can affect someone's entire future. The way my mother spat it out of her mouth like it was a vile disease. It was, it seems to be. That’s only how everyone treats it.
Why?
That’s a question I have always asked myself and others around me.
Why doesn’t mommy play with me anymore? Why does she yell at me so loud? Mommy why are you doing this to me?
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The day I got back home from the appointment, my mother was fuming and silent. She hadn’t said anything to me in the car. Was she sad? Why was mommy so quiet?
We walked into the house, my mom throwing her keys on the stand next to the door. So many thoughts had been going through my head.
Would I still be able to be a hero?
What would Kacchan say?
Could I still be like All Might?
Is mommy okay?
The doctor had said there was nothing anyone could do about it. He had given my mom a list of resources to help me as well as herself. The paper was on the counter in the kitchen, I was curious as to what it had to say. I didn’t know why my mom had it, what help did I need?
Could it help me become a hero?
I reached out for it to try and read it---
THWACK
I jerked back into the fridge behind me, my hand stinging and eyes watering. Mom was standing right over me, hand still raised. Her face was twisted with anger, eyes blazing with pure and utter hatred. She snatched the paper off the counter, looking it over.
“Do you really want to know what it says?!” She snarled at me. I had never seen her so angry, I stood there frozen not knowing what to say or do.
She took another step toward me making involuntary back away even further, “ANSWER ME! DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT IT SAYS?!”
My lips quivered, tears spilling, “Mommy y-you’re scaring me…”
“OH?! REALLY?! God, useless, everything about you. Can’t even handle a slap, can you?”