By -Kritika
Sam had big eyes. So big that people stared at him with surprise—and often laughed. But his mother always told him, "You are a special child of God."
When Sam was born, his unusual eyes attracted attention. Relatives would chuckle or whisper behind his back. His mother, protective and loving, distanced him from them. She didn’t want her son to feel the cruelty of the world.
At the age of five, Sam asked his mother if he could go to school. She refused, telling him the school was too far and she couldn’t drop him. In truth, she feared the world’s judgment more than the distance.
Two years passed. Sam was now seven and growing more curious. One day, he asked,
"Why are my eyes different from others?"
His mother gave the same gentle reply:
"Because you are special, gifted by God."
But this time Sam asked, "If I’m special, why does everyone laugh at me?"
His mother held his hand and consoled him.
"People don’t understand gifts from God. One day, they will."
Though hesitant, she finally allowed him to go to school. They were a wealthy family, so Sam got admission into a prestigious institution. On his first day, as he walked into the classroom, his classmates burst into laughter. But his teacher, Mr. Paul, introduced him kindly.
Excited, Sam stood before the class and said confidently,
"I’m a special child of God. He loves me. If you become my friend, I’ll show you the power my mother once told me I have."
When he was younger, his mother told him he could see the future and change it—but only when the time was right. Recalling her words, Sam shared it with the class. His teacher smiled and asked him to take his seat.
Soon, curiosity took over, and the whole class befriended him. One day during recess, a few students asked him to demonstrate his power. Sam tried—but nothing happened.
He returned home heartbroken.
"Mother, you're a liar. I don’t have any powers. I’m not special," he said, tears in his eyes.
His mother embraced him.
"God loves you more than anyone, my child. Your power will reveal itself only when someone is truly in need—when the time is right."
A few days later, during class, Sam suddenly fell asleep at his desk. In his dream, he saw the school burning. Children were panicking. Then he found himself at the basement gate, where oxygen cylinders were stored. One cylinder’s valve was open, and just then, the guard was about to light a cigarette.
Sam screamed and jolted awake, yelling,
"The school is going to burn! Someone opened the oxygen cylinder’s valve—stop the guard from lighting his cigarette!"
Everyone was stunned. Mr. Paul tried calming him, thinking it was just a nightmare. But Sam was so insistent, they decided to investigate.
The peon claimed all valves were shut, but when the guard was stopped, he was indeed holding a cigarette, ready to light it. A group rushed to the basement. To their shock, one cylinder valve was actually leaking—a potential disaster. The smell had gone unnoticed. They were unsure which valve it was, but Sam shouted again, pointing directly to the one that was leaking.
The staff quickly sealed the valve, a major accident averted.
Everyone clapped for Sam. For the first time, his gift had revealed itself.
Sam went home beaming with joy. He told his mother everything. She was stunned—but her heart filled with love and pride. "Maybe he truly is God's special child," she whispered to herself.
Sam had a unique talent—he could roll his eyes in a strange, hypnotic way. He didn’t know it yet, but this ability was more than just a trick; it was a gateway to something far more powerful.
A few days after the school incident, Sam was at home when he suddenly dozed off again. In his dream, he saw a group of people approaching the front gate, where a stray dog usually slept. They were going to hurt the poor animal. Sam woke up with a jolt, rushed outside—and saw the exact scene unfolding. Without thinking twice, he picked up a stone and shouted,
"Don’t you dare hurt the dog!"
Startled, the men ran away. Sam was relieved but didn’t think much of it. He still didn’t realize that his dreams were not just dreams—they were visions of real events. And more than that, he had a hidden power he hadn’t fully discovered yet: the power to influence minds.
One afternoon, while playing with his classmates, Sam mentioned a mysterious game called "The Pink Door."
"It’s a game where one sees things that aren’t really there," he said casually.
The boys were curious. Sam then whispered,
"Let’s play after school."
Later that evening, they gathered near the park. Sam decided to try something. He looked into one of the boy’s eyes, rolled his own in that peculiar way, and whispered,
"Find the pink door."
To his shock, the boy suddenly froze and began walking, as if in a trance.
"Do you see it?" Sam asked.
The boy nodded and said, "It’s right there, near the tree!"
But there was no door. Sam and the others were stunned. One by one, he repeated the action, and each boy followed the same pattern—hypnotized, searching for an invisible pink door that only they could see.
Sam stood still, realizing something incredible.
He wasn’t just having visions. He had the ability to influence what others saw and thought. He could control their actions, make them believe in illusions—just by using his mind.
It was both thrilling and terrifying.
That night, Sam couldn’t sleep. His mother noticed the look on his face and asked,
"What’s troubling you, Sam?"
He looked up and whispered,
"Mother… I think I can control minds."
She didn’t speak for a moment, then gently said,
"I always knew you were born for something bigger, Sam. But you must use your gift wisely. With great power comes great responsibility."
From that day on, Sam began to understand the true depth of his power—and the burden it carried.
One morning, Sam walked into his classroom and realized he had forgotten to do his homework. But instead of feeling anxious, a strange confidence grew inside him. He looked at his teacher, rolled his eyes the way only he could, and said calmly,
"It's okay that I forgot to do my work, sir."
To Sam’s surprise, the teacher repeated after him as if in a daze,
"It's okay that you forgot to do your work."
Sam blinked, startled. It had worked again.
He decided to test his power further.
"Sir, maybe someone can give me a helping hand to complete it?"
Again, his teacher nodded and replied,
"Yes, I’ll assign the class monitor to help you catch up."
The monitor came over, ready to do Sam’s pending work. Sam smiled to himself. Now it was clear—he could control people’s actions with his eyes and words.
But while Sam was enjoying his growing influence, his mother began noticing changes in his behavior. He had stopped taking school seriously and barely opened his books at home.
One evening at dinner, she gently asked,
"How’s school going, Sam? Are you doing your homework regularly?"
Sam casually replied,
"Mother, I’m a special child of God, remember? Why should I carry the burden of homework when so many people are there to do it for me?"
His mother looked at him silently, her expression filled with concern. She knew Sam was using his powers, but not in the right way.
She reached out and held his hand,
"Yes, you are special, Sam. But being special doesn’t mean escaping responsibilities—it means using your gifts to do the right thing, to help others, not to make others serve you."
Sam listened quietly. Deep inside, he knew she was right. His powers were growing—but so were the choices he had to make.
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