For as long as I could remember, I always felt different from others.
I can't explain it in detail, but every time others smiled at me, I felt repulsion.
No one was cruel to me, everyone admired and loved me.
It made me very sad that I was the only one who felt disgust towards others so I tried to change that disgust into joy.
One day, I tried to help a maid clean a vase resting on a high shelf.
I told her I could hold the chair, but she said it wasn't necessary.
Maybe it's because of my small stature.
What I didn't expect to happen happened.
The maid tripped and the vase broke.
My mother came running as she was in the adjoining room.
"What happened? Oh by the goddess."
"Are you all right? Are you hurt Alvin?"
"No. I'm not, but she..."
I turned to look at the maid to tell my mother, but then I was dumbfounded.
She had cut her arm.
