Searching

I am searching for a greater understanding of who I am. The time has come to find out where I came from. I feel an almost desperate compulsion to discover my true identity, the names of my parents, the face of the woman who bore me, and the history of my lost family. They call me a gifted child. Now I need to know if there is any meaning, any significance behind my exceptional intellect - or am I just another freak of nature?

My tutor has very kindly agreed to drive me out to the deserted house one weekend. As I was leaving his rooms at our last meeting he looked at the chess piece and said, “The blasted thing is starting to irritate me. Why not take it off my hands?”

My eyes lit up. “Wow!” I blurted. “Thanks sir! The chess piece looks so familiar to me. It may help jog my memory. Thank you!”