LOGIN"I'm taking you home, Jesse. I won't force you to learn anything ever again. Please come back…"I stood behind her and gently patted her head with my phantom-like hand. I knew I could not touch her, but I still wanted to comfort her.I wanted to tell her, "I'm not in pain anymore, Mom. Don't cry. I'm going to count ducks now… There, I can hear everything clearly. Every beautiful sound there is…"My spirit began to fade. A warm, soft light broke through the clouds and shone down on me. It was my guide. My time had come.I looked at the world one last time and thought of my parents' regretful faces."Goodbye, Mom, Dad. I no longer hate you, but I do not want to be your child anymore. I just want to be reborn as a free little duck, flying over the hills whenever I please. No one will call me stupid or kick me into the water again. All I will hear are songs and melodies of joy, forever and ever…"…Three years later, a madwoman sat in her wheelchair and stared blankly at the sea. An
The footage continued for three more minutes. My strength gave out, and I could no longer struggle.When I was a child, my parents taught me to speak by shaping words with my mouth. I turned to the camera and mouthed, "Goodbye."The footage ended.A tearful, wrenching wail tore through the interrogation room. My father slammed his hand against the table in regret. My mother fainted from grief.The police officers turned off the footage and looked at them with contempt and anger. "Jason and Lucy Folly, you have committed manslaughter and child abuse. Your daughter is not even 14, yet she has already shown deeply troubling behavior."I watched it unfold and felt some of my resentment ease. The truth was finally out. Everyone now knew I was never a useless burden. I had been a good kid.…My funeral was simple. There was no need for anything lavish for a life lost so young.My grandparents attended. My grandmother nearly fainted several times as she wailed.At last, she pointed a
My mother's fists began to bleed from the force.My father stared blankly at the hearing aid. "No wonder he kept staring at my lips on the boat. He was trying so hard to listen to me… and I… I kicked him off the deck! I killed him! I've murdered my own son!"He suddenly pulled a fruit knife from his waist. He had used it to slice Amber's cake, but now he drove it into his right foot. "It was you! This foot killed him! I'll cut you off from me!"Blood gushed from the wound.The coast guards and the forensic scientist froze in shock, then rushed forward to pry the knife from his hand. "Mr. Folly!"My father seemed to have lost all sense of pain. He laughed and cried at the same time, his face smeared with blood. "This doesn't hurt! This doesn't hurt at all! Jesse's suffering is worse than this! I have to keep him company out there, at sea!"I sighed as I watched my parents lose their minds. Now they understood the pain, but it would never match what I felt when I was kicked off the
I watched them cry without emotion. I no longer wanted cake or piano lessons."My condolences, but please allow me to continue the examination," the forensic scientist said, cutting in. He took out a flashlight and began to inspect my face.When the beam reached my ear canals, he let out a startled "Oh."He reached in with forceps and pulled something out. It was an old in-the-canal hearing aid, tinted to match my skin. It had lodged deep in my ear, and its outer shell had yellowed from years of wear. The battery cover hung loose, held in place with strips of tape that had failed.He raised the hearing aid toward my parents. "Your child suffered from hearing loss, didn't he?"My parents stared at the small device in confusion, as if they had never seen it before."That can't be right! He's fine. He can hear us. He even responds.""He's just a little slow sometimes. You have to call him a few times, that's all."The scientist set the hearing aid on a tray and gave a short, disbe
"What's that? He stole something, didn't he? I knew he was a little thief!" my father snarled.I had not known he saw me that way on top of being useless.The scientist frowned at my father's outburst but said nothing. He took out a pair of pliers and slowly began to pry my fingers open.My fingers were so waterlogged that the delicate digital bones gave way at the slightest pressure. The snap sounded like my body's last protest before my hand finally loosened.I had been clutching a transparent ziplock bag, the kind my grandmother used to store her blood pressure medicine.The scientist opened it carefully and removed a folded piece of paper.The bag had protected it from the water. Only the edges were slightly damp.Crayon marks covered the page, words mixed with simple musical notation. The title read, "A Song for Mom."[One little duck went out one day. A home from my dad not far away. Daddy duck said quack quack quack. That little duck came home right away.One little duc
That was my shoe. My grandmother had bought it at a dollar store.My mother had tried to throw it away several times. She thought it looked cheap and trashy. She claimed I was humiliating the family by wearing it.However, I could never let it go. It was the only birthday present I had ever received. I kept it clean at all times and drew a small smiley face on it."That's… That's Jesse's shoe," my mother whispered, her voice shaking.She reached out to touch it, then pulled her hand back. "No. How could he lose his shoe? That's impossible. He just kicked it away so he could swim faster!""Exactly! That little brat always liked running barefoot!" my father insisted, his voice breaking. He trembled. "Find him! I want the person, not this stupid junk! Find him!""No, Mom and Dad. The shoe came off because I was kicking the water as hard as I could. When the freak wave hit me, I tried to stay afloat by kicking harder, and the wave took my shoe. I was so scared. I wanted to scream for







