[ WP ] In a world where every human being naturally has photographic memory , you are some of the few people who suffer from a genetic defect called `` memory loss ''

It first started 35 years ago. Back then, I was a little innocent boy of maybe 10 years old. I ca n't really remember. 
 
 What I remember however, was myself raising my hand and asking the teacher to repeat a concept we had learnt the day before. Perhaps if I had not done so, my `` defect'' might not have been noticed till a later date. But no, I had. I remember the doctor's sadistic face, my classmates' laughter. So, I got enrolled into `` special education''. Even at there, I was shunned. I was the only one who had `` memory loss''. The others there might have weird behavior, but still, they has photographic memory. 
 
 Sooner or later, I was shunned. By teachers and students alike. Sooner or later, my parents refused to acknowledge me. They only cared about my older sister, who was a scholar in her school. Sooner or later, I got bullied. Why? Why did I have to be born differently. That was what I asked myself. 
 
 But after my schooling, I realised that perhaps it was n't such a bad thing. As I look the others who had been bullied before, they could n't forget. Permanently scarred where they. I, on the other hand, had forgotten the worst parts and could carry on with life. That was when I started smiling again. 
 
 Then, my parents died in an automobile accident. For days, I grieved. Though they did n't treat me very well, they were still my parents. So like my sister, I grieved. But unlike her, I soon forgot. Not completely but still, enough to make me functional again. The pain was still there. But it was lesser. So, I carried on with life, unlike my sister. 
 
 I soon settled with my soulmate. She was a historian, studying the days before the modification that made photographic memory a reality. She was intrigued by how I could forget stuff, and carry on with life. And we became soulmates and settled down. We had a beautiful boy. 
 
 One day, a teacher called me. She said that my boy had a `` learning disability'' and could not remember things. I just replied that I knew how to handle it and put down the phone, smiling. 
 
 My son will be free.
