The word “slow” followed Benji like a shadow. It was whispered by classmates as he meticulously worked through math problems, sighed by teachers when he asked for a question to be repeated, and even used by his own father in moments of frustration. “Come on, son, it’s not that hard.” But for Benji, it was. Information didn’t arrive in quick flashes; it seeped in, needing time to settle and connect.While his peers raced through textbooks, Benji dwelled. In history, he wasn't just memorizing dates; he was imagining the smell of the smoke on the battlefield, the texture of the parchment