A kitten. White fur-not thick, with a few tiny brown-color spots on its neck. It looked dirty. Eyes narrowed as though it had just woke up from dream. Big reddish nose. Nostrils were so small, only be spotted when it inhaled. Hiding at a corner of a restaurant. It looked weak. Where is its Mom? Its front paws hid its face beneath. It’s weeping. Sorrow filled its air. Water splashed on it. It was frightened. Mischievous kid flung a kick to it. It meow-ed off with regret. Daddy’s girl screamed as she saw such ugly creature which then it got shoo-ed away by her dad with a stool. It has no choice but to leave with wet body, trembling.

A waiter. In an old restaurant. Spectacled. 30+ yr old. He is like normal man. But one of his hands is partly disabled. He has difficulty to bend his arm. His fingers are so small and crooked. They couldn’t move even an inch. They are rigid in their own sockets. But he managed to hold a small note book in that hand and the other copied down orders. He shouted at the bar for drinks. No, he shrieked. Like apple core had choked his throat.

An old Indian lady. Wearing sari. Walking at the road side. Limping. Having difficulty to lift her right leg. Sweating even though the weather was cold. Couldn’t stand the pain anymore. She slowly sat on her pathway. She lifted that leg to a more comfortable position. She was gasping. Both her hands massaging the right leg. It’s swollen. Red rashes all over it.

There are a lot of unlucky people around us. I ounce thought I’m the one and only unlucky creature in this world. I’ve failed my parents’ wishes. I failed all the scholarships I applied. I though with my magnificent result, I could easily get into famous colleges and universities. I was so naïve. Out there, thousands and hundreds of geniuses are too applying for these colleges. My ‘magnificent’ has become the ‘poorest’ compared to them. That’s why I failed all them. I thought I’m the best. I’ve got good result. A few 100% in my AddMaths. That makes me prouder. I started insulting those weaker. That was not me. Arghh.. until I see these scenes. I realize everyone has his/her own disability. And we should accept it and make use of it. God has wanted me to pursue F6 by failing all my applications. I dunno how to play basketball and football, but I play piano well. I love books and music, but all my friends favor in games, sports, and TV. I’m a failure in love and romance. However I’m willing to contribute myself and distribute my properties to the country and society. I want to be myself again-adapting to all my disabilities and most importantly, be humble.

Today’s my mom’s birthday. Happy birthday, Mommy!!