The first time I remember it happening I was 5. I was playing with another kid at the foster home and I got upset when he took my toy.
Hey! Give that back!
Make me!
All the sudden he backed away and looked at me in horror.
Where is the weird light coming from?
As he ran away I stared at myself in the mirror realizing what had freaked him out was also the weird light I had seen and the source of the light was me.
I didn't mean-
What did you do to upset that boy so much?
That was the first foster home I was kicked out of.
I've had it with you! Go pack!
My glow kept happening more often over the years. I changed so many foster homes that by the time I was 17 I had lived all over the country.