"So, how'd it go?" he asked as we pulled out of the park. Not long ago had I said my goodbyes to my mother, and I finally understood how I was how I was, to a degree.
"It was… fulfilling." I smiled and continued to look forward, physically and metaphorically. I needed to move on with what my life was now. I know Zach would find it more difficult to understand quite what I would mean, but I know he would try, and bless him for doing so. He drove on a little while, a comfortable-ish silence between us. I finally decided on my next words: "She's like me."
"Little Miss Miracle-Gro?"
"You called me that before!" I smiled before carrying on, "And no… but she survived that fire because she can make it. Fire, I mean, and she doesn't get burned. So I'm not the only freak! Maybe my Dad can do something. Anything!"
"I dunno, maybe he can fly!" Zach joked, we weren't far out of town now, so I checked for our Aquarium leaflets, and made sure we had them, just in case.
"Maybe he can," a smile crept across my face once more, "Thanks Zach."