I wake up and immediately feel the warmth of Fredrick's arms wrapped around me. Last night's practice session with my mom is helping improve our control. While my mom can effortlessly handle multiple objects at once, I'm working on increasing the speed of our abilities. Some of those bouncy balls caused frustration as Storm and I unintentionally set them on fire. Dad found it amusing how the soccer balls sailed through the air without anyone touching them.

As I go through my morning routine, I reflect on the previous night when I witnessed my parents so carefree and relaxed. Fredrick enters the bathroom, already dressed for the day.

"Good morning,...