At 18, we choose a power. I chose levitation to my mother’s dismay.
“Why not a healer? A light-bearer? What about-”
“I chose my own way. Why aren’t you proud?”
“You cannot help this way.”
“I can. I can help.” My words were hollow. She was right – I was selfish.
I float each day, regretting my choice. Today I’m over the square watching a toddler explore. He walks to the fountain.
“Baby! Fountain! Stop him!” I barely recognize my own voice.
His mom hears, turns to find him, and pulls him away.
I am lifesaver. Mom can be proud.
Author’s Note: You always hear the question, “What super power would you pick?” Well, what if we all actually had to pick one?
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