Chapter Twelve - He Was Always Magic

CHAPTER TWELVE

He Was Always Magic

LONG BEFORE MILO knew the word for it—
before doctors gave him papers
or teachers gave him plans—
he was already magic.

He saw things no one else saw.
Felt storms before they came.
He could hear patterns in music
and taste colors in dreams.

Grown-ups thought it was pretend.
They called it imagination.
But Milo knew the truth.
He wasn’t pretending.

He was perceiving.
He was translating.
He was decoding the world in his own brilliant way.

And the people who loved him?
They saw it, too.
The way he lit up when the moon rose.
The way he calmed animals with a glance.
The way his drawings made you feel something
you didn’t have words for.

They didn’t have to understand everything.
They just had to remember—

Milo didn’t become magic.
He was always magic.