Chapter 78. Childhood Memory

Sitting on an isolated rock on a mountain is a little boy, staring into space with a heavy heart full of unspoken pain and desire. His mind is clouded with wishes and hopes of escaping, even if it seems like an impossible dream. He seems lonely as he sits, with his teary eyes, bruised lips, and cheeks; he heaves a sigh, exhaling air from his heavy chest.

Just then he heard a continuous grunt that came from the side and turned his head to see a replica of him struggling as he climbed the mountain and walked to where he was sitting.

“Why do you always have to sit in a place that’s so difficult to climb?”he complained as he walked to him and sat down beside him, panting.

The two boys were carbon copies of each other, wearing the same clothes, same footwear, same hair, the same face, and above all, they had the same voice. They both have bruises on their face and arms, the only difference between them is their personality.

“How are you?”, he asked looking at him,