The curtain is up. Yet the awkwardness of the deformed will never be accepted by those with high standards and they will always end up being abandoned on the streets. 
A bizarre artist appeared on the street. Clad in a cloth bedspread and wearing a mask, this eccentric figure began performing a strange play through a series of inelegant contortions.
His most often-performed scene involved putting on three masks and squatting down beside a broken wheel, playing a father, mother, and child at the same time. Children who are ridiculed, a pessimistic mother, and a reticent father. 
"Do you see? A broken family is like a broken wheel."
"Should any piece be taken away?"
"There is absolutely no way to move forward." 
Soon, night fell, and out of interest, you are the only last spectator left. You congratulated him for his touching performance and went to throw him some money, but he told you to wait. Then he slowly lifted the cloth cover from his body. And in that moment you saw, he wasn’t one tall man, he was three men, one sitting atop the other‘s shoulders, all of them born with dwarfism.

"Have you seen our parents?"
 They asked in sync. Shall you run away in horror now, they might get violent. But they might also spare you.