It was his ninth birthday, yet it was like any other day; nothing had changed. But he had to understand, his family was poor, so they couldn't to buy him any gifts. Even more since it was also his twin brother's birthday.
He knew he was being selfish, but for once, he wanted to dig his mouth into a big cake like all the other kids did. How much he envied them. He wanted to play with them, but they never accepted him; he was the weird kid that no one played with.
But it wasn't his fault. He was nice, everyone told him that. But his brother was a manance, and since they shared the same face, people always mistook him for his brother.
He hated it so much.
If he had to count on his fingers how many times he had gotten judged because of his twin, he wouldn't have enough fingers even if he had two more arms.
It hurt, it really did.
