Hey, how are you doing? Are you fine? Can I ask? I know you are always the one asking, so let me ask now.

I understand how it feels to shrink yourself so small to be at the mercy of their shoes, to help them like somehow they are superior, they are better.

You are always scared of being stamped upon, of being shooed away, of causing a wrinkle to appear on the face of another.

Haven't you noticed? They don't care. No matter how much you do...