[ WP ] Kids grow up knowing the fact that their parents can read their minds for an hour a day . This ability stops when the kids turn 18 .

Somehow he always seemed to know when I was watching him. 
 
 He would sit still, staring at me without blinking for what seemed like forever. Ever since he was young. His body would tense up as I tried to push through and see what he was thinking. It had been much easier when he was only a baby, and had n't quite managed to control or even understand it yet. But as soon as he had been able to speak he had hidden himself away from me and shut down his brain every time I tried to reach inside. 
 
 It was like he tightened his brain. Everybody else describes it like pushing their hands through a thick gas, almost like wind curling around them as they reach out. Maybe a little tingle here or there and they know exactly what their baby is thinking. But for me it was more like trying to drill a hole through concrete with your finger. His mind would contract and I would be trapped outside. 
 
 Even when he's asleep he seems to know. I tried to enter his dreams once and caught a glimpse of light before it was replaced by his face, pressing back inside my own head, magnified to terrifying proportions by the dreamscape. 
 
 *Get out of my head, * he whispered without his lips moving, and I found myself being ejected from him only to find him sitting in bed, eyes half open, squinting at me through the gloom of the night. 
 
 Why wo n't he let me inside? I never know if he's angry, or happy, or bored, or anything. He just waits patiently for something to happen. 
 
 It was n't until the day of his 18th birthday that I actually managed to read his thoughts for the first time since infancy. Maybe he had finally decided that I had suffered enough throughout his life, but I could feel the barrier dissolving as the time approached. He smiled at me then, but his eyes did not accompany it. They were as dead and cold as the thoughts that ran through his head. 
 
 For a few seconds he seemed to be pulling me in, wrapping invisible hands around my own mind and pulling me down with him to drown me inside the torrents inside his. And then the thoughts were gone entirely and he released me. 
 
 9:34. His time of birth. I would not be able to hear his thoughts again.
