Super powers

Everyone has had that thought, at one point in their life or another, that they have super powers.

You can’t deny.

I mean, I thought I had the power of controlling water at one point. I’d be in the shower, letting the water trickle down my arm and into my hand and past my fingers. Water bender.

But there was one time in 4th grade where I REALLY thought I had powers, I just had to master them. And this all started from my dear papa.

I remember one day, papa sat me down with a tissue paper in front of us.

“If you focus really hard and sync your breath and put your hands out like this, your energy can move the tissue paper.”

I watched as he did as so, and it MOVED. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was deeply impressed and also very hopeful that I can learn this new trick!

“You can also heal people with this same energy. Keep making that heat and put your hands out like this, then… breatheeeee.”

I wanted nothing more. I’ve seen the shows- I’ve seen the super powered humans. And the ability I loved the most was to heal.

So I continued to practice my new found skill and was ecstatic when the opportunity to try it out presented itself.

It was a cold day in Tokyo. I was sitting next to Bree Marley, an Australian doll of a girl who was apparently allergic to the cold. Her arm was swollen up and her veins popped out and…

This was my chance.

“Hey Bree, I can heal you!”

“What?”

“Yeah!! I have this energy called ki in my body, let me show you”

I took a piece of tissue paper and put it in front of me. I took a deep breath, put my hands out in front of me, laser focused my eyes, and…

The tissue paper moved!

I disregarded the fact that I knew it was my exhale that had moved it because Bree’s eyes were popping out of her head in amazement.

“Wow!”

“I know!! My dad taught me. Here, give me your arm.”

I rubbed my hands together, took a deep breath, and put my hands out towards her arm.

A few moments passed.

“I don’t feel anythi–“

“SHHHH shhh I’m still working on it.”

I started to make my inhale and exhales louder, ending my exhales with a loud “KA!” sound like my dear father taught me.

Another few moments passed.

“Mira I don’t–“

I frowned. “Maybe it’s not working today.”

I set my laser focus eyes to normal and looked up at Bree’s face.

She looked terrified and quite disturbed. “I’m just gonna go to the nurse,” she mumbled as she quickly gathered her bright purple backpack and rushed out the door.

Hm, I thought. I guess I didn’t practice enough.

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Bree avoided me for the rest of the year after that. I would have felt embarrassed or awkward even, but honestly, I decided that I just didn’t practice enough and that it will be better next time. I found out some 15 years later that my dad had actually done all this as a joke, something he found funny and thought that I was just giving a good reaction to. Didn’t know I believed it.

But I did.

Lost a friend cause of it.

Do I regret it?

Hell no.

Cause I’m still practicing.