Totter hummed a tune, his feet dangling, too short to reach the ground. The bathroom was his sanctuary, a place where he could be alone with his thoughts, away from the prying eyes and harsh words of the outside world. As he washed his hands, he caught a glimpse of something in the mirror that made him pause—a reflection that didn't match the face he knew.

It was him, but not the 'him' he saw every day. This reflection bore the marks of time, the subtle lines and the mature gaze of an adult. Totter's heart raced, his breath hitched. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks; the man in the mirror was who he should have been, who he would never become.

A surge of emotions overwhelmed him, a cocktail of anger, grief, and a profound sense of loss. With a roar that echoed off the tiles, Totter lashed out, his small hands balled into fists of fury. The mirror shattered, shards cascading like a waterfall of broken dreams. He stood there, amidst the glittering fragments, tears streaming down his cheeks. The man in the mirror was gone, but the child remained, trapped forever in a world that didn't understand.

"W-What h-have I d-done..."

His adult voice was revealed when he said that

He looked at his bleeding hands... his hands start to tremble as he was in total shock and tears... he quickly realized he is never the adult he was... He is just different, a man inside of a childs body.. after all the abuse and mistreatment he went through because of the condition... He is completely broken