He was a beautiful baby, she thought with frustration, what happened?
The beads on his wrist were like a beacon to her screaming of his difference. He wasn't beautiful; he was a monster. She felt despair claw at her insides as she watched her son be shunned by the Sohmas and other children.
They knew.
No one had to tell them, but they knew he was different. They could see the ugliness that was inside him. It wasn't buried all that deep in the first place.
He was her son, but she couldn't find it in herself to love him.