“It was a cursed day when you came to the world.
You’re ugly.
No one will ever love you.
No one will want to marry you.
If would be their own bad luck if anyone decided to marry you.”
She would wake me up, play with me, and comb my hair.
Then one day, I came home to a party.
I didn’t know what was going on.
They said it was her wedding.
Then she disappeared.
There was no one to wake me up, play with me, or comb my hair anymore.
She stopped loving me because I reminded her of him.
Am I ugly?
Yes, you’re ugly.
She says I’m ugly because I look like him.
“You’re like him.”
“You’re like him.”
I’m ugly because I look like him.
If the people who love me find out that I’m like him, as my mother says,
They’ll definitely hate me.