In the heart of London, 1966, the Dawkins family was experiencing a quiet happiness. Young William, just a month away from turning six, was no ordinary child. Unlike other children his age, William was exceptionally well-behaved, understanding, and never the cause of much trouble for his parents, Lisa and Marcus. His precocity was evident early on; he had started walking at a very young age and soon after, had learned to read and write. Books became his closest companions, and his parents gladly indulged his love for reading.
However, the excitement in the Dawkins household that day was not about William's exceptional abilities. Lisa had just discovered she was pregnant again. When she revealed the news, the reaction from her husband and son was priceless. Marcus, ever the loving husband, wrapped his wife in a tight embrace, his joy evident. William, though happy for his parents, felt a pang of fear. Would a new sibling mean less attention for him?
Two days later, Lisa noticed a change in her son. His usual vibrant curiosity seemed dimmed, his demeanor quieter. "Will, is something wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" she asked, concern lining her voice.
"I am fine, Mom. I was just thinking about whether I will have a brother or a sister," he replied, trying to mask his true feelings.
Lisa sighed, understanding the real issue. "You're afraid that we might forget you after the baby is born, aren't you?" she said gently.
William's eyes widened in surprise. How did she know? He wondered. Lisa's soft smile and gentle caress soothed him. "William, you are our son, and we are your parents. You love us, and we love you. No matter what happens, that will never change," she assured him, planting a tender kiss on his forehead.
Feeling reassured, William hugged his mother tightly, his fears momentarily assuaged by her comforting words.
A month passed, and William's sixth birthday arrived. Lisa and Marcus had baked a cake to celebrate the occasion. As they sang "Happy Birthday" to their son, William's delight was evident. "Alright, birthday boy, time to blow out the candles," Marcus announced with a smile.
William closed his eyes, making a wish for a happy family and hoping for a little sister. But as he blew out the candles, something extraordinary happened. Instead of a soft breath, a powerful gust of wind erupted, sweeping through the room with such force that it obliterated the cake and left the room in disarray, as if struck by a hurricane.
Everyone was stunned, especially William. He had no idea how such a thing could have happened. The incident, however, was just the beginning. A few days later, as William was reading a book, he felt an intense thirst. To his astonishment, a glass cup materialized out of nowhere and crashed to the floor. Such inexplicable incidents began occurring more frequently, leading the Dawkins to believe their house was haunted.
Fearing for their safety, Lisa and Marcus decided it was time to leave, but William stopped them. He had begun to suspect that he was the cause of these strange occurrences. Determined to test his theory, he stood a few feet from the bookshelf one day, closed his eyes, raised his hand, and focused on pulling a book out. Minutes passed, and just when he was about to give up, he opened his eyes to find the book in his hand.
William realized then that he had powers, abilities beyond normal comprehension. As he grappled with this revelation, a sarcastic thought crossed his mind: Just when I thought my life couldn't get any better.