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Character study Week 1 English Composition Danae Merritt

His original personality was that of a kind and simple man, and in general, that’s what he wanted. Possessing a sweet disposition, his only goal was to be special. But not just any kind special, he had to be predominant and famous. The problem was: it wasn’t his goal. His mother, more accurately, his adopted mother, had drummed into him that he had to be special because she was not. His mother was a highly religious agoraphobe, meaning she was afraid to leave her house. As his unbeknownst to him, adopted, father having walked out on him and his mother at a young age presumably, and his mother’s already fragile state of mind suffered for it. He was the one to reap the unfortunate benefits of his mother’s troubled psyche. Being as he was a young child, and therefore highly impressionable, his life lessons were not happy or pretty ones. A sad lesson it was, to believe that he was not good enough as is, so his drive to be more, to be special was given, or ingrained, at a young age. He, however, was content with being a simple mechanic in New York, following in the footsteps of his absent father. Although, he seemed to have an unnatural gift for his job, whereas his father’s skill was merely that of a trained man. By simply listening to a mechanic object, he could hear the faults in it instantly. On top of that, he could tell, from sound alone, how fast or slow the object was running. This was highly useful in his simple say to day life. What he did not yet know was how much he didn’t know. His mind had, on reflex, locked away memories, repressing them. Thos were the ones regarding his birth parents and just how much he remembered at an even younger age than his adopted father had left him. So, all in all, he was psychologically damaged from the start. While his mother knew he was adopted, as well she should, she never told him, preferring to make herself happy by keeping her special son to herself than tell him the truth. Her own twisted version of ‘happiness’ was what screwed with his future, binding him to her, perhaps out of guilt, but definitely pity. His thoughts regarding his mother were totally unconscious, his free will had been robbed, and while he thought independently, he didn’t know why. Make no mistake, he was not simple, retarded, or mentally challenged. Quite the opposite. He possessed a near genius mind that, granted in his current occupation went to waste, could astound many with his knowledge and memory capacity.