I have a stick and I'm not afraid to use it
I’ve always tried to see the good in everything. Sure, I was born with a frail body that only grew weaker over time, but at least I had loving parents who cared for me—even though I’ve been a burden to them for the past 15 years.
Yes, I lived in constant pain, trapped indoors. But at least I had the internet, television, and books—I could explore the world without ever leaving my room. Imagine having my condition in a time before technology. A life spent staring at nothing would have been unbearable.
Yes, I struggled to breathe. My body was numb, my vision fading. My parents sat beside me, their tears falling as they held my fragile hand. But at least they would finally be free. They had a new baby—three of them, a happy little family that wouldn’t be weighed down by me. That was wonderful. They could live without worry.
Sure, death was terrifying. But no one knows what comes after. At least now, I would finally have my answer.
"Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad. Thank you for being the best parents. I’m sorry I couldn’t be the child you deserved. Please… be happy."
. . .
Wait.
Does death mean I’ve been reborn in another world?
What is this place?
Is that… a moving mountain?!
I should run.
My name is Yaw-Yan. Want to know how I built my floating kingdom with just a stick?