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Photo of Raye playing Iman attached.

Harry is special. Has always been. Will always be special.

The adjective has come to be his favourite when describing himself to people because that way they might not have to ask too many questions and he would be safe from awkward situations. Anne, his mother and confidant, has always suspected something being special about her only son. When she was pregnant, it was perfectly normal until he decided to slip into the world two months earlier than planned. Everything was fragile and special since his day in the incubator. Nobody complained or suspected too much but all eyes were placed on the bright eyed boy. Of course, he suffered consequences of a complicated birth as a baby and had a bit of limb issues, which would end up as just a unnoticeable limp in his baby deer manner of walking.

Being a careful and watchful mum, Anne peeled her eyes down to notice anything else in her growing son and by the time he turned three, her fears were slowly confirmed; Harry was certainly different. Early diagnosis, regular therapy sessions, hospital visits and unconditional family love, all wrapped in one has allowed him grow into a unique man with a heart too beautiful for the world. Harry has managed to live a good life so far and is still on the way to achieving more for himself, hopefully. Not everyone as special as he is, is that lucky and somehow he understands that. Not everyone special has a sweet "mumma", caring step father, funny sister, crazy best friends and most especially, a beautiful daughter. His beautiful daughter, whom he is yet to be fully attached to, has a massive place in his heart. Not because she is the carbon copy of her mother but just because whenever he feels a bit lost in the big world, she brings him back to find his head.

Autumn leaves crunch beneath his naked brown shoes and the sound somehow makes him smile a bit to himself, as he awkwardly walks behind his mum to the relatively large red brick building. The crispy air brushes against the visible skin through his ripped black jeans and it causes the hairs on his body to rise a bit, before biting down his lip to adjust to the weather. One of the double glass doors is gently pushed open and he is urged into the now warm building by his mother, who is wearing a small smile. Without saying anything, as expected, they both make their way further into library and Harry comes to a freezing halt. He immediately plants his feet on the ground and drops his eyes to his shoes, softly groaning to himself and and squeezing his fingers, with his eyebrows furrowing together.

"Okay, that's my cue to leave...," Anne sighs with a small smile. "When you are done, just call anybody to pick you up or text, but try calling this time, please love."

There is no response as she observes his blank expression, as expected.

"Right. I hope you have a great afternoon, I love you and see you later, you know I can help you get settled and...," she is cut off by another groan and immediately nods in obedience.

Harry wants to be independent. At twenty four, he is desperate to be independent and experience life by himself, not with anyone holding his hand as always.

"See you later Harry," she smiles and gently walks out of the library building.

The building is by far warmer than outside and he really likes it, it smells a bit like vanilla and fresh pages. Everything looks well read and well glanced but he cannot tell since he has barely observed his surrounding. Contrary to his deep fears, the library barely holds a handful of people at the moment and he knows its because everyone is probably having classes now or are at work. Another great reason to be participating in this extra curricular activity and getting himself busy.

"Thank you, have a good day," a voice says behind him and he frowns a bit, contemplating whether to turn back or just stay accustomed to his current position.