My uncle often told me I was extraordinary too, but all I wanted was to be ordinary, to stand close to someone without worrying if they could hear the ticktock of my heart, to wear a flattering neckline instead of a collar buttoned up to my chin, to marry and have children someday and even grandchildren, and to live a long, full life in every sense. “Extraordinary” really means missing out on the life that everyone else has.
