The only thing Milo remembers is crying. He barely had time to open his eyes and found himself in front of a fight between an unknown person and the "boars." He tried to talk and ask what was going wrong but he was tired enough to say anything else. That ended up passing out again.
"Life is unknown faces you get to know and they give you the value of living. Then everything stops and the memories you have with them slowly fade out. Each of us has a unique gift of being ourselves and no one else." That was one of the things his grandmother used to say. It's a question of whether Milo ever manages to meet his grandmother again. It's a big question.
The environment darkened and Milo felt like he was flying in some parallel universe. "What a beautiful feeling death is," he whispered. He was badly hit in the head, but the only person who cared about him was this stranger. But why only them? Why shouldn't other people care? Doesn't everyone deserve attention anyway? Everybody deserves attention. But, for those few who their differences are visible, it's believed they don't deserve it or anything else either. The difference will be the one that will destroy us. Difference and selfishness. How's the difference going to ruin us? With selfishness. If we hadn't thought so much of ourselves, but we'd be starting to care about other people's lives, too, none of this would have happened. Neither Milo would have been in an orphanage now, nor would everyone who showed their difference now would have get such behavior.
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AdventureA story about racism and violence. We grow up in a world full of denial and betrayal. A story written by me, deep inside my heart. I hope you have a good time reading it.
