Emerging Powers

“ Mama, look at what I can do! ” Mira cried, her voice a blend of excitement and wonder as she twirled in the fading light of our living room. I nearly dropped the mug of lukewarm tea I was holding. Across the room, George sat with his toy blocks scattered in a strange, nearly ritualistic pattern on the bottom, his eyes fixed hardly on a gleam that sounded to radiate from his hands. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my cognizance. Something was veritably, veritably ...