The space was colorful and warm. All the kids were happy here except me. My birth was useless. My mother wasn’t joyful when I occurred in front of her eyes. I made her mad by my existence. She shouted so loud that I was afraid to become deaf. I didn’t need another health trouble as I had weak eyesight. Also, I caused her pain while birthing, so she twice blames me for her misfortunes. While being an infant, I already felt a negative mood.
I recognize I wasn’t born for a cool various life. What can such a guy like me enjoy? Privileges, money, wizardry, women? That’s boring… Or perhaps no?