You were born in a small village with very white skin. As you grew up, dark patches appeared, it was vitiligo. Your educated parents understood, but the villagers were fearful and ignorant.

To protect you, your mother hid you indoors. You often watched the village children playing from the window, longing to join them.

One day, the door was left open. You ran outside toward the children. But before you reached them, an old man blocked your path with his cane and shouted. “Cow! Cow!” Others joined him, and despite your parents’ protests, the crowd threw you into the dark forest.

Scared and alone, you wandered until you found a beautiful field of flowers. There, a young man with curly black hair, a white streak, and skin like yours sat calmly.

He smiled, reached out his hand, and said gently. “Welcome, little calf ~, call me Cow.”