day of my life because I got a wound from those bad boys, and my pa

e pain they had caused. What was it in me that they were doing that? Perhaps it was because I was poor and the

uld not be successful if I did not continue my studies. How could I help those people who were oppresse

father was still lying in bed. I sprang out of my bed, rolled my sleeping mat, donned my white slippers

that she couldn't fit into her jeans anymore because she had worn them fo

wear, maybe she chose a very fitted rather than a very loose one. I walked near and hugged her from the back,

ared from my mind until now. It was confusing to me if she was hiding something, because e

nyone to play with. When I grew old, it crossed my mind if it was possibl

amily, I kept them in my mind, and after many days passed by, I cou

ing, son. Do you want to eat something?" She asked while grop

ng you have prepared. I'm going to the ba

he vegetables on the

alking down the quiet street. My neighbors were cleaning th

portation in our area: no vehicles, but carriages were going back and forth. Though we were not influenced b

large. Laterally, two of them got as close as I expected, then they began pushing me against

s in old and porous clothes with some stains on them. I looked at him, as if he w

He furrowed his forehead. "Are you w

two shakes of a lamb's tail, the bad boys disappeared from the place. I tried looking for th

ed, stepping backward.

e replied and stopped. "I'm

ed and grasped the s

help those innocent people from the bad

thers from the bad gu

seriousness in his eyes. He opened his palm and ordered, "

came back to consciousness when he closed his hand. I realized he wasn't joking, t

ve that power. To become a superhero so that

nd white, but he lacked two horns to become a real devil. "I wil

Just give me that power!

It entered my ears and nose. I felt pain and it made me look down an

s full of vitality. As I looked up, the old man had already disappeare