There are these so called 'differences' in our world. Different form color, from height, from width, from classifications, and from kinds.   What am I talking about? It's simple as there is not a single thing that is the same with what we expect it to be.  

He was sitting on the edge of the rail at the rooftop of the building, as the cool wind gushed through his skin, shivers ran down his spine. With his head hanging low, droplets of water seem to fall on his lap. His breath; hitching, his sniffs; muffled, he was crying. A small creak could be heard behind him, as the door opened, he immediately lifted his arms and wiped his tears. So many emotions were