Epilogue

EPILOGUE

SOME BRAINS ARE like flashlights—
steady, bright, pointing in one direction.
Others are like kaleidoscopes—
turning, shifting, brilliant in their complexity.

Milo’s brain is a kaleidoscope.
Not broken.
Not wrong.
Just different.

And difference makes the world
more colorful,
more curious,
more kind.

So if you’ve ever felt
too much,
or not enough,
or completely out of rhythm—
remember this:

You don’t have to match the pattern
to be part of the masterpiece.

You are part of it
just by being here.
Just by being you.

And maybe,
just maybe,
your mind holds a little magic, too.