I had a family once. A very happy family actually. A mother, a father, a little sister. We weren’t rich but we weren’t poor either. We were just… a normal family. Sure, sometimes I didn’t get the things I wanted but I didn’t really mind that much. I mean, everyone would mind just a bit if they didn’t get what they wanted. Plus I was a nine-year-old kid. Every kid needs to whine once in a while over unnecessary things. It was a kid’s privilege. As for me, the privilege didn’t last. I couldn’t whine because I didn’t have anyone to whine to; not anymore. Nor could I ever meet someone new and whine to them. That’s ‘cause I’ll never be able to see the world again.