January 18, 2018

My family has a gift, a gift that everyone dreams about, a gift that only the chosen ones have. That is the gift of intelligence. My sisters, my mom, and my dad all have this glorious talent; everyone except me.
My sisters are specialists. Their brain works like a computer. Their minds race through gigabytes of information to find an answer only Albert Einstein knows the answer to.
My parents are wizards. If there is a problem to be solved, the solution will surface before you even start thinking.
Myself is something to be worried about. My computer system must be overheating. My brain boggles at even the simplest problems.

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