When Johnny gained the ability to walk, you forced him to come roller skating. He clutched onto the plastic helper, watching you skate smoothly and effortlessly. It made him slightly jealous, so when you stopped near him, he stared at you.

His legs felt like jelly. Never in his life had he ever experienced something like this. With every small step he thought he was gonna slip and crack his head wide open. Johnny’s grip on the helper tightened.

“Why’re you so good at this?”