[ WP ] Super heroes have the ability to bless people and objects with their power . You are the first person to be born with the power of immortality , and everyone wants a blessing .

As long as I can remember, everybody around me just wanted to be touched. 
 
 Mom and Dad told me it was normal. After all, I was a Super. Ordinary folk often sent letters to my parents regarding their state in life, saying that they were worthy of a blessing. 
 
 `` What's a blessing, Ma?'' I asked my mother when I was younger. `` How'd you give it?'' 
 `` It's when you give someone a part of your power, dear.'' She replied as she lifted our dishwasher with one hand and swept the dirt hiding underneath it with the other. `` You just hold someone's hand and let out a small prayer.'' 
 
 `` What do you mean by prayer?'' I asked, unsatisfied. 
 
 Mom put down the machine and sat down beside me. `` That's a bit harder to explain, sweetie.'' She then took a part of my hair and started to make small braids. `` The thing with all this power transferring business is that you have to voluntarily want this person to receive this power.'' 
 
 I got to see how messy that business was. 
 
 When I was six, I had a bad fall and ended up with a few scratches. My teacher then ushered me to the school clinic as fast as she could. Upon arriving, there were no wounds to be found. The school nurse claimed they healed themselves. `` Jean,'' she said with amazement. `` That's your power!'' 
 
 I was confused at this revelation. It did n't help that she grabbed my hand and fervently repeated, `` Child, please bless me with your gift. I will do *anything*.'' 
 
 My teacher, seeing my shocked expression and the nurse reciting a litany, pulled me from the nurse's grasp. She then told me to go home and called my parents. 
 
 That was the day I learned of my gift: immortality. There would be a point in time where I would stop aging. My body would heal itself. The only way I could die is if the Earth would somehow explode into pieces. Even then, I'm not sure if it would be successful. 
 
 The news of my power quickly spread. Apparently, I was the first Super to be immortal. This event complicated my life. 
 
 I had to be homeschooled after that school nurse episode. Even though I never posted contact details online, I would still somehow end up with e-mails from random people. Truck drivers, priests, and even a five-year-old would ask me to bless them with immortality. It was crazy. 
 
 Shopping in the mall? Cashiers offered to make my purchases free if I could share my gift with them. Eating in a restaurant? Waiters would give me the priciest dishes in hopes I would even consider giving them everlasting life. 
 
 Boyfriends were n't that great, either. Nearly all of them hoped I would make them immortal. They'd shower me with expensive presents, dates, and flattery. Yet each act of generosity would be accompanied with a little reminder, `` Ca n't wait to spend *forever* with you.'' 
 
 That would have been pretty sweet out of context. 
 
 The only relationship that made it out alive was with Jeremy. Jeremy was my next-door neighbor since I could remember. He did n't enjoy putting up loud displays of affection. He did n't believe in giving extravagant gifts. When I asked Jeremy what he thought about me possibly never dying, he replied `` Well, our kids are gon na be lucky. They'd always have mom around.'' 
 
 I knew he was the one. 
 
 Without much drama, we got married and settled down. As the years passed by, I did n't physically change while Jeremy's hair turned white and his skin wrinkled. Yet, I loved him all the same. Every fine line and every age spot were just as precious to me. 
 
 Then the day came that Jeremy had to go. He battled cancer for a good three years. He had just come out of a coma, but we were told that the tumor had gotten more aggressive. 
 
 He chuckled, `` It's time for me to go, sweetheart.'' 
 I clutched his hand. `` But I do n't want you to, Jeremy.'' I could taste the salt from my tears. 
 `` Well, it's been a great ride. And you'll have plenty of experiences to get you through.'' 
 
 I looked at him longingly. His blue eyes still twinkled, and he still had his signature smirk. 
 `` But Jeremy,'' I replied. `` It's not the same without you.'' 
 
 I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, silently praying that God would heal Jeremy. That somehow, he could be immortal like me. 
 
 `` It's time to go, ma'am,'' Jeremy's doctor interrupted my train of thought. `` Jeremy's gon na be OK.'' 
 
 As he pulled me from my husband, I found myself wailing. `` Please,'' I asked the doctor. `` Just one more scan. Test him out one more time.'' 
 
 He looked nervously around the room and glanced at Jeremy. `` Do what the lady says,'' Jeremy snickered. 
 
 Jeremy had a CT scan and the doctors did their routine tests on him. Surprisingly, he was healed. 
 
 `` The results do n't lie,'' his doctor said as he flipped through Jeremy's test results. `` The tumor is gone. It's like your body has --'' 
 `` -- somehow healed itself?'' I interrupted. 
 
 Jeremy's doctor looked at me, then at Jeremy. `` Exactly,'' he said slowly, somehow putting two and two together. `` Like it's healed itself.'' 
 
 He then put the papers down on a table and proceeded to exit the room. `` I'll leave you two to discuss this rather... unexpected turn of events.'' 
 
 Once the door closed, Jeremy attempted to stand up. He was successful. 
 `` Wow, I feel like I'm twenty again!'' he exclaimed as he enveloped me in his arms. 
 
 `` You know,'' he then proceeded to whisper, `` we could have saved a lot on medical bills if you just blessed me earlier.'' 
 
 
 
 

