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smartest fourteen-year-old kids I know, excuse me, now fifteen. He will never admit it because of his humble nature, but his gift is surely that of intelligence. He tested off the charts during an IQ test when he was ten years old. Periodically, my brother saw a specialist to monitor his mental and behavioral growth when he was younger.
    Gabe had a condition when he was born. The swelling on his brain was considered life threatening, and the doctors told my parents that hewould unlikely survive the first year of his life. I don’t know why, but my mother never told us until his motor skills and general IQ were first tested. His level of intelligence at that time clearly enticed doctors and specialists to evaluate him daily. It wasn’t until my mother insisted that he was left alone after a month of prodding.
    Gabe often felt sick and depressed every time he was taken to the specialists. I think deep inside he pretended to be sick and non-responsive during that month just so he could be back at home. He would purposefully fail tests to avoid being a lab rat for the rest of his young years. Smart as he is, he is still a boy at heart.
    I, on the other hand, have deep-seated anger toward anyone who pushes my brother around. I’m not as forgiving as Gabe, though the humbling experiences in my life have greatly changed that. I know revenge is something we were taught to avoid, but I’m strong enough to defend myself and do whatever is necessary to protect my family, especially my bullied brother. Though we’re twins, I still feel like a big sister.
    I was taught by the best in combat training from Uncle Finnegan, who was a former Special Ops leader, but martial arts has changed the way I defend myself.
    When Finnegan stayed with us those three years before our parents died, he taught me and Gabe the essentials of survival. Though it may have seemed a bit nonsensical for our age, I never once questioned our time together.
    I think Gabe was actually more helpful to Finnegan than Finnegan was to him. Finnegan always had a knack for encouraging our gifts, and Gabe’s certainly never went unnoticed. Finnegan was always impressed by some of the technological advances in Gabe’s inventions, and he would almost demand that Gabe show off some of his gadgets to his special teams’ coordinator. But Gabe was extremely protective of his inventions, and because he didn’t have a patent on any of them, he kept them to himself.
    He still invents today, but not with the same passion he had before. I believe it’s his way of coping with the loss of our parents.
    I’ve seen what Gabe can do. It’s not only impressive; it’s a joy watching someone practice what they were gifted to do. Talent shouldn’t be wasted, and if I could just figure out what mine is, I’d be more than happy to pursue it. I do recognize some of my gifts, but I don’t necessarily know how I would ever use them for a career. I’m excellent with knives, archery, hand-to-hand combat, and just about any kind of hand gun, most of which I learned from Finnegan. Not that I’mtrying to boast about my skills, I just feel quite confident about them and it comes natural to me, just like physics comes naturally to Gabe.
    An eight year old playing with throwing knives probably isn’t ideal, but it was the childhood I had come to know. I know my parents wouldn’t have approved of Finnegan teaching me such things, but it’s what I was good at. I would practice every day out in the woods, far enough away so my mother wouldn’t suspect anything. Finnegan and I kept it our little secret. That’s just how he bonded with me. Parental guidance wasn’t his strong suit, but I guess being in the military most of your life and having no kids blinds you to common sense.
    Although my mother didn’t have a clue about all the weapons Finnegan exposed me to at an early age, she was very grateful for his presence while my father was away most of the time working. Regardless of the