When I was welcomed into this world, my mother was the first to cast the first stone. I was the second daughter to come to light, having the mentality that I would be one of the few children endowed with powers that would achieve and be the greatest pride of her parents. Who will have an assured future for them. Who will make them feel a greater happiness.

It was like a low blow for them. Well, especially my mother. Or so I think, I don't know what she is like. I think it was not special for her because I never saw her by my side, not even on any of my birthdays. I sat in front of the candle of the cake of my favorite flavor, with balloons with all sides and various stuffed animals like bears, unicorns and bears that occupied the chairs in the dining room of my big white house. It looked like they were invited. I could talk to each stuffed animal, although it seemed strange to me that the voice that answered me was that of my father.

My dad is the only one I saw and maybe he is the only person who was with me for a long time, when I got my first scratch and who was the one who let me grab his huge finger when I cried for breast milk. My dad always took me to the corner store to show me all the jewels and how the brightness and light of it reached my face. Seeing myself in the mirror is like seeing my other self, lost in the world. Finding myself was something exciting at the time.

My father calls me Noriko (Y/n). Name that I can say that I am proud, because it says who I am and how I can identify myself and know that everyone can recognize me and say that I am. Every time my name was called, I felt an air of superiority, feeling like it was the best name I ever had and looking at everyone from the highest rock. My father used to say that it is not good to love yourself too much, it is better not to fly too much.

What can I say, I am a simple girl who likes rag dolls. The dolls are my best friends and I am the best friends of hers. I can't stop thinking about all the times we've played hide and seek and the times I'm always the winner. My dolls always applaud me and I congratulate them for the attempt. My room was a mess afterwards.

While I was watching TV with my dolls, I looked at the room where I am at that moment, already leaving my fantasy world as a child. The dining room is always dressed in that somber suit, where objects cast their shadows on the floor while the white light of the sun seeps through the openings of the transparent windows that face the street. My dolls were watching TV of a girl in overalls looking for adventure.

I did not see my father anywhere. In fact, I didn't even see him until late at night. He shows up in the morning to wake me up, making sure I doesn't stay up late. He prepares my milk with my bread and butter, he says good morning to me, kisses me and disappears through a door. I did not dare to ask him the reasons why he does not appear all day, besides I did not feel like doing it. I preferred to be with my dolls. My father always makes noises in the room where he is. They are strange and disgusting noises that I even covered the ears of my dolls or I am going to lock myself in my big room. The only loud noise in the house is that, the noise my dad makes.

"Let's form a tower? To the ceiling! This time I will make it! I will pass all of you!"

I got up from the sofa, grabbing all my stuffed animals to go to the only spacious place in the house, which was the visiting room. The towers are nice, I like to see how high I can go. When you hit the roof, it would be to be on top and feel like you finally have your first achievement. Many times I have tried, many times they have fallen. One time my dad tripped and threw the whole tower.

I was mad at him all day.

The TV was still on. I had taken all the colored pieces out of a bag and started the routine again. The dolls watched all my grandiose process, while I stood on the tips to put the pieces, which fit together in the holes.

"There are still five pieces left! See!? I know I can do it! Just look at me!"

My dolls applaud me. The carpet in the room felt softer than before. Well. I hadn't gone to get my shoes anyway.

CRACK!

The tower fell apart completely, leaving my hand in the air with the last piece to complete this wonderful and tedious challenge. The tower had hit my dolls and they were crying in pain. They would grab their fluffy head and tell me to hug them. I turned around.

"DAD! You made my dolls cry and you threw down my tower! You make a lot of noise! Lower it a bit!"

"Sorry, daughter!" It was the only thing he said and then he was back to silence. I turned around again.

"Don't cry! Everything will be fine! It's okay! It was just a harmless little noise! In a little while you will be smiling like never before!"

The dolls looked at each other, reading and processing what I have told them. After they agreed with each other, nodding their heads, they smiled at me and raised their arms. Every day, more and more I love my little doll friends. They are people full of cotton.

"In arms!"

We kept spinning in the air, round and round until our eyes were moving all over the place, disorienting us and causing us to fall to the hard ground. The falls, so repetitive that they were, no longer hurt at all. That purple bump that formed on my elbow no longer exists, it was to be immune from the danger of the ground. I laughed and laughed with them, and they laughed with me.

"Now, viewers! Contacting you today, I bring you another good news of the day!"

The television was still on. Erasing my smile, I grabbed my dolls and walked towards the dining room, seeing that they were no longer in the afternoon cartoons, but it was already time for the world to know what was happening outside the windows of our cribs. The world is big, round and full of inhabitants with their own things, customs, whatever. They can even create their own things and agree to anything. The thing is, the world seems interesting to me. I mean, I don't know. It's just interesting. Scary, but interesting.

I put my finger on the off button, until the reporter kept talking.

"This news is good for our entire community and country! Heroes are our protection and guardian angel from day to day and we have great gratitude for them for all their hard and hard work! Today, All Might , will occupy as hero number one! All Might has shown so much perseverance and dedication being able to give his heart and life for the people who need him most! Now with our hero All might, our society is one pazo ahead of defeating the villains .. .! "

The reporter kept saying incomprehensible words. The words that I managed to understand and grasp within that paragraph were 'All might' and 'Hero number one'. Hero number one? All Might? All heroes are number one, why is All Might the only number one? Maybe he really is very strong. If someone gets to number one, it is because they must be very good at what they do.

"I'd like to be first at something... Mmmm. I don't know what!"

"... With all this, we hope that our community is and lives forever together with justice!"

Justice. Justice. Justice? Yes, justice. I had heard that word many times, not from my dad, but from people who walk outside the house. Justice over protecting people? Is that justice?

I had no idea about those concepts, they sound easy but complex. It was entering a world where only the most intellectual could understand its true essence. A sage might be giving me a sermon right now on how I couldn't know the meaning of the word. I guess I'll have to wait for people to come by and talk more about it. Or else, read a book about it.

I will take my dolls so that we can learn together.