"Hey mommy"

The 5-year-old boy called out his mother as he hugged his mom from behind.

In response the older woman forcefully pushed him making him fall on the ground and scraping his knees, looking at him in disgust.

"Get off of me you freak"

The boy looked at his mother with a tear in his eye.

"I'm showwy mommy"

"If only you weren't born, your eyes are that of a monster, if only you were normal"

The boy looked down on the ground as the tears faded his vision and the tears fell on the floor.

"Stop snivelling damn it, its annoying you monster"

....

That's how my life has been since I was young, discriminated because of my different eye colour, one brown and the other a bit golden. They called me a monster and whatnot but I never took it at heart, but sometimes it was too much for me to handle.

The reason I could take it in was that I had already taken in the worst, my family disowning me, fear of the degradation of their status.

I sometimes wondered as to why I was born, nobody wanted me nobody cared...j-just nobody.

It is not my fault for having different eye colours, what have I done to get this kind of treatment? Is it my last birth's fault that I'm suffering? I just have heterochromia, it's not a spreadable disease or anything you know.

Hey mom, I have always wanted to ask you one thing,'why did you give birth to me if you just wound up hating me? I was just a child you could have just abandoned me as well'

In my mind, I knew that even if I had asked her these question I would have known her answer, 'who would take up a monster like you to their own lives, be happy that we feed you'

'Hey mom, aren't I your own son? Why did you abandon me and went to a place where I cant reach you? Even though you did such cruel things to me I just can't seem to hate you, I just cant...why is that?'

All these questions aren't still answered, come back to me, don't leave me alone in this wretched world where no one needs me!

*tap*

"I'm sorry for your loss, you must have loved her lot for crying so much"

huh? What is she talking about? I'm crying? Me Crying? For her who didn't even took me as her son and treated me like a monster, trash? I must have gone crazy.

....

The 23-year-old walked out of the chamber with a stream of tear still flowing down his cheek.

He looked up, 

'Its very blue today, was it always so bright? I wonder what I will do now with my life now that I have nothing to do, where do I go? Where do I stay, its like I have been abandoned by the world'

"Well let's go to the place it all began"

'I just want to be loved by someone, is it bad to hope for that?'