"My mother" once said I was the worst of her children. I ended up washing my hands of everything to do with that…
I decide to re-write my origin story. Tell me what you think.
I grew up like any normal kid. One day my mum pulls up into the drive way. For some odd reason, the car spontaneously combusts. I hear the sound and with my iced cold drink of water in my hand I jump over the couch and out unto the driveway.
I notice what has happen.
Frozen out of pure joy,
I retain eye contact with the squirming, charred individual in the car while I slowly sip on that iced cold water.
I then turn around and walk towards the sunset on the horizon.