That was the sweetest, softest voice I heard before I turned seven.
No disgust, no fear, no curses...
Just pure concern for me.
I looked up and saw a little girl with two pigtails.
She wore a light blue dress and held a shiny little stick in her hand.
She handed me a candy, a round one that could be poked with a small white stick.
I didn't know what I looked like then, just how frightening it must have been.
But the moment I looked up, the little girl was startled.
The candy in her hand fell to the ground and broke instantly.
That might have been the first time I was so afraid to see people, quickly lowering my head, fearful of hearing a disgusted voice again.
During an episode, I bled from seven apertures and knew how terrifying I looked.
She gave me a candy, though it seemed already broken.
But I couldn't repay kindness with enmity.
