"My name is Andre, Andre Yasir. Nice to meet you."
Since I was a child, I have always moved from place to place. I often changed schools here and there just to follow my father. Even so, I didn't mind it at all and lived peacefully.
When I was in 3rd grade, I began to feel alone in myself. Somehow, none of my classmates wanted to be friends with me. They seemed afraid to approach me. It makes me lonely, no one believes in me.
My mother had died when she gave birth to me. My father worked hard to provide for me. The workers only paint, paint my landscape. But with that, he is still able to give color to life for me.
But then again, I was lonely because of my father's job.
Many people think I'm a criminal, even though I don't understand what a criminal is. They judge me by what they see me. My voice frightens them, so very few people approach me.
