My parents knew something was wrong after the first game of peekaboo. They took me to every pediatrician and specialist in the phone book. My reflexes were normal for a child my age and the MRI tests later in life had normal results.
No one could explain why I was seeing everything three seconds behind.
It was a struggle to live with but with help from a supportive family I managed. I’m considered legally blind so I can’t drive. I have to walk with a cane so I don’t bump into someone three seconds in front of me. I’m in the dark three seconds after I open my eyes. I watch the clock change a minute for 63 seconds. A burden to live with.
The one thing I can thank my delay for is saving me in the car crash that killed my best friend. I never saw the car about to T bone us until it already had. I remained relaxed and only sustained a broken arm.
I’m not so sure about today. I heard a loud boom followed by the screams of my neighbors above my flat. I could smell charring plastic and plaster above me.
But all I could see outside the apartment window was a plane flying oddly low.
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Credits to: Hallowedout
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