Lemurick pt2

Lemurick slowly grew older, but no more uncommon, his mother always told him that he was special, but after a while Lemurick started to doubt. Once he made the mistake of telling the other children that his mother said he was special. They laughed and told him that he was the most un-special person they had met and all mothers are supposed to think their kids are special. Lemurick was surprised- the thought had never occurred to him that other mothers might think their children to be special. He watched carefully and discovered that it was true, in fact, nearly every mother he saw thought her child was at least partly different. All mothers are like that, and fathers too, the children said. Lemurick thought long and hard about this and determined it was because children are a reflection of their parents. The parents, ever striving to be good, different, and special; think that since they themselves are so, that their children must be as well. Lemurick was dumbfounded. Was his own mother the same way? Had she lied to him for his whole life by telling him he was different and important when he was really common and worthless? Lemurick determined not to ask her, at least not yet- he didn't know if he wanted to know the truth. As the months went by, Lemurick got quieter and more sullen. He spent most of his time silently observing the life around him, scared to join it and terrified to be apart from it. He could see that there were so many problems with his world, but it would be impossible for him to exist without it. Now Lemurick's mother annoyed him, he saw her as fake and every time she told him that he was special and loved, his anger boiled inside him. One day he couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why do you lie to me?" He demanded. His mother was surprised at his outburst. "What do you mean, my son?" she asked shyly. Lemurick softened. "Why do you keep telling me I am special when I am no different than any other, in fact, I am probably the most common person I know."