While remembering my childhood, I cannot escape from certain events which had impacted me very deeply. My sister had a friend named Irene. In fact, she was her best friend. I hated that best friend of my sister. When my sister and I were younger, Irene used to dominate her. She actually tormented us.
I used to look quite skinny and weak. Irene would mock me. My voice was also a bit louder than the normal kids of my age. There were several other things which did not seem to be normal in those days and for each and every flaw, she would mock me.
