I'm staring at the flowers outside as I hear my mother and father argue in the other room. Don't leave us she says,he's your son she says, I don't care! He's a freak! he retorts "same old, same old" I sigh to myself as I don't turn my gaze away from the window and garden. I can't see faces, can't recognize people, that makes me a freak, according to my father, I really don't care. I hear footsteps behind me but don't bother to see, it's pointless anyway...