I hit the table angrily, unable to hold it in any longer. The loud smack startled Tutor Dew, who had been focused on the textbook in front of him. “Eli, what’s wrong?” he asked sincerely. “Is the math too hard? Do you want to stop?” His voice carried concern, and for a moment, I just stared at him. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside me. When I opened them again, I swallowed my anger and spoke, my voice tight. “Did my dad tell you my situation?” I asked cautiously, not letting my frustration fully show. He blinked, then nodded slowly. “Yes, Eli, he explained a little.” I let the silence stretch for a few moments before I finally exploded. “I am 19 years old, Tutor Dew, not 6!” I yelled, slamming my hands on the table again. Tutor Dew blinked rapidly, clearly surprised by my outburst. Then he smiled—a soft, understanding smile. “I know, Eli. But you’ve missed out on a lot of things,” he said carefully. “Plus, I was told your IQ is behi
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