At only eleven years old, he had found an old book, looked up the word “love,” and tried to do as it said. Do to others as you want them to do unto you, which meant that the next many years were fine. He was a well-behaved child and never did any wrong. The problems only started arriving when his brother was born.
He remembered his parents being happy, having fulfilled their biological quota of two children to carry on the bloodline. He also remembered them being sad when they discovered that the child had a defect. A product that Darwinism would have claimed if nature was to run its course without the interference of society.
William was twelve when the kid was born, and he would never forget the difficulties it brought. His mother had to quit working, and all semblance of free time and
