Wizard boy

The first time I realised I was a wizard, I burnt my mother's breast.

Well, the breast was saved but not the nipple. You wouldn't see a distinction between my mothers left breast and the nipple, courtesy of me.

I think my parents would think really well before keeping things from us now.

Also, that wasn't the only thing I found out on that faithful day. I was also a bastard.

So,

Wizard , check
Sexiest wizard , double check.
Stubborn bastard, triple check.

Great, right?

That was the only thing I could say after everything.

Nothing in my family ever suggested an odd thing about me. I was a normal kid like the rest. I had my mother's pleasant face and I always thought I got my height and physique from my father, I guess it was just that my mother's taste in men never changed.

I had always preferred my privacy and my private time. But, this particular day, mother wouldn't let me be. She kept making request of me until I felt suffocated. So, I ignored her.

My door flung opened with a loud bang with mother holding a pestle to hit me, all I could do was shield my head with my hands and boom!

Mother was on fire.

I later learnt I made a hand sign which was what started the fire.

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Thanks to my father who saved the day.I was frozen at the sight of the fire.

After mother was seen by the doctor. My father told me all that happened. I was still shivering while he explained everything to me.

Turns out father and mother had a huge fight sometimes at the beginning of their marriage. They were separated for 6months and mother got knocked up by another man who she refers to as a magician even though he told her he was a wizard.

And it wasn't my first fire either. I burnt myself when I was little, that was when they knew I was a wizard like my father.

Hand gloves are all I received as presents for occasions now, I guess no one wants to die buy fire😉

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Written for @themarkymark's #writingprompt contest

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