(Taken from my 2013 Archive)
There was a wooden house in the village near the river.
Inside this house lived a father, a mother and a boy.
The father is a fisherman who work behind the house.
The mother is a mute, so she must brought a board and chalk to talk.
The boy still loved them no matter what.
Until one day a war struck in that village.
The father chosen to be partisan and leave the family with a bullet wound on his chest.
The village also suffered by famine.
The mother and the boy flee from their home to find any luck.
Years later, they finally found a new home and new kind neighbor to help them.
But the luck won't last long, as the mother had strange illness.
The boy worried and sought help, to no avail.
And the mother died in her illness, leaving him with the neighbor.
The neighbor do loved him, but he doesn't trust them.
"Everyone I loved dies unnaturally. I'll just hurt others. I'm destined to be alone"
The boy lived alone on his communal and being independent, despite the neighbor worrying him.
The boy renounced having to accept any love around him.