Dawnlark Plains Whied we leef home?

Tapat looked at his father with widest eyes when he told him that he was not broken, just different. He felt different but he was not sure if that was a good thing. His father and mother seemed love him very much. Tapat glanced at his father. "So different is not bad?," he returned wanting to make sure before he would forget again. "Will you help me remember that it is not bad, Daddy?,"he asked. He didn't want to come over as stupid. If only he would have a name for this!