It's funny how one little sentence, one little statement could change your life this much.
It's funny, because I always prayed to the gods to change my life, to just make the others like me, only because I wanted to fit in.
It seems the gods finally heard my prayers, but I'm not sure I want them to anymore if this is the life I get.
I was just staring straight ahead, trying to proceed this information, when I felt a burly hand on my shoulder. I turned to look at the owner of the hand, to see my dad looking at me with unshed tears in his eyes.
"Son... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he said, before it all became too much and he coudn't hold the tears back any longer.
This is the first time I ever saw him cry.
"It's not your fault, dad. It's not your fault..." I whispered back to him.
The next thing I know is, that I'm beeing hugged, harder than I can remember ever beeing hugged before.
_Do you guys want me to continue this story or should it stay a one-shot?