Unlike the people around me, I was different. I don't have emotion. kids of my age play, cry, smile cheerfully, and sometimes they even fight, but I couldn't understand what, why we're, those things even happening yet I wasn't curious enough to question myself, I have no facial expressions. my parents continuously try their best to get me back to normal but I was unknown of their hardship. A few years later, Mother died in a car accident. The day my mother died, everything went black, my world turns colorless. it was raining heavily outside but the sound of people crying makes the atmosphere heavy that even rain became silent. There were all types of flowers decorated besides mother's photo frame, beneath that, people screaming, weeping and father was among them. I.., just stood there watching mother being washed away by reallity. with mother, my only light was disappearing from me bit by bit yet I was empty like a soulless object. Everyone despite me, always whispers behind my back, "misses Tachibana look at the eldest daughter standing like nothing happened." " yes misses Ikeda what a cold child. standing there and enjoying her mother's death" " oh my what a monster" misses have endured a lot. They keep on whispering, looking at me with that death full eyes, those whispers kept on lingering on my ears however, I had no clue what to do with those questions, I had no answer for the present itself so I just stood there watching those questions to be gone. Then I remember I small kid being shot in front of my eyes, today I realize that they will not answer, me calling for them. They're gone, as well as my color.