"But... I'm not that special." He couldn't have done that. He raised his hand and touched his scar, not sure how to feel. He wished his mom was alive so he could have some hugs, mostly. It was nice to know he wasn't entirely useless but it seemed like a lot to comprehend and his tiny mind couldn't even process it.

Biting his lower lip, he looked down at the clouds and shivered a little. It was getting colder when they got closer to the clouds. "Why didn't you come and get me?" It seemed odd that he waited this long. "You were in jail like a bad man... what did you do?" Did he hurt his parents?