Entering the house through the unlocked back door I made my way upstairs. I did not see Sarah, but this distortion had to be dealt with first anyway. ...usiness before pleasure. I discovered the source to be a broken garden gnome hidden in a closet in what I assumed to be the parent’s bedroom. Evidently it had been a locus for a small distortion event, a common enough occurrence in the vicinity of an untrained Talent. The gnome looked newly broken, no doubt the distortion was caused when its. ” My heart was fluttering; I was overcome with the sense of responsibility I was taking on, and excited by the prospect of having Nick under my roof. I’d seen how well he was getting along with Leo; the two of them would be like brothers.“Good boy,” Grandpa said, patting me on the head. Most of the time I feel like an adult- I may look about thirty-five, but I’m sixty-eight years old. No matter how old I am or how much of an adult I feel like, my grandfather has a way of making me feel like a. Both had planned on returning to friends and family. But, graduating a year before Mom, Dad had found a job at a local company so they wouldn't be separated. When Mom herself was offered a job upon graduation, well...She couldn't blame her actions on not being raised well. Her parents did their best. They taught her to love God, that he loved her, and all the joy that relationship had. She loved being a Muslim. It was, well, what made her, her! All her little friends were children of her. Indeed, my hair was a little messed up due to all the pushing and pulling while placing the order. So without thinking twice, I raised both hands, removed the rubber band which was holding my hair in 1 pony. I started adjusting my hair.Suddenly everyone went silent! “Shit!” I thought, “What have I done?” I had specifically made a mental note to not raise my hands even a bit due to this ridiculously short t-shirt. But the uncle’s order made me forget all that for a second. Something happened.