"That boy was me." He spurted it out. "This is my childhood story." Kyle chuckled.
"Interesting." He looked around "Right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Like everyone… I had a loving mother and an 8-year-old younger sister, Bella…" His eyes twinkled "She was the most beautiful girl in the world: Red hair, Silver eyes, golden heart, lovely voice, bright smile, eyes full of light and happiness and fair soft skin. I loved her to death." They got a glimpse of Human Being behind the mask of a scarred animal.
"Our papa died when Bella was only one year old. So, I don't remember him much." He got a bit sad.
"Bella and I would go to school together, play together. She would always follow me around, bugging me to play with her, bring her candies and take care of school bullies for her."
"Haah! Those were happy times." He exhaled in joy. "We were a poor but one happy family." He reminisced and smiled.
