The Mind Creative APRIL 2014 | Page 41

The Mind Creative March 2014 The child grabbed and held the plump hand. Confused eyes stared at the tiny hand. "What do they call you monster?" "Ugly, child. Unloved, unwanted." The tiny hand squeezed tighter. Innocent eyes stared into a tortured soul. Then a soft whisper: "what do you call yourself monster?" A fat hand rested over the child's. Tears fled wounded eyes. Then a choked voice said: "Different, child. I simply call myself...different." 41