'Do you know what it means to be born?'
White coats and unfriendly faces that only want something to do with you because you have something that they want. Those were my first memories and, though I understood nothing, I still felt like something was wrong.
But, without a voice and without a mind, one just ends up as an empty shell.
Humans certainly are an interesting species. They are so cruel and yet so kind. What is the difference between people that allow them to be kind and others be cruel?
The term 'kindness' was very foreign to me but I clearly remember the first person in the entire world that have me a kind smile and a gentle hand.
She was quite old, with hair greying at the ends already and a weak disposition. But she would smile at me whenever she saw me and I could not feel a single malicious intent coming from her.
