rallyroundthefamily

The other children said he had crazy eyes and made fun of how his mother dressed him and refused to understand why he liked strange colors and would not play with his toys. They could not get used to the voices he heard, or how he traced their faces with his fingers and pronounced them good and were scared of the way his hands made music from plain air. They misread his language and thought he conjured demons in the quiet glade where no birds sang. But the boy only shrugged and smiled quietly to himself at their puzzles. You see, he knew the gift of imperfection its fierce magic and how to catch beauty and turn bad