Did I ever tell I was seen as a freak by other people? My family's servants and their families; my childhood peers; my schoolmates, and even strangers I didn't even know?
My mother raised me preciously and loved, my father did it rough and well…unconventionally dangerous. Then, there was the 'village' that was supposed to raise me as well, as the old saying goes, however, they were all frightened, since the child was a freak.
Why was I viewed like that?
I did nothing much, as far as I remember. I just didn't act like a normal kid should be or like a normal human.
The car passed tall, iron gates, and several minutes later, it stopped in front of a gothic-style mansion. When the hell did my family become a noble? I almost laughed at the absurdity of the recent events happening here.
"Get off."
