There was once a poor boy, with lived on the streets of poverty. He had a very bad childhood. When he was born, his parents had abandoned him as he had a birth defect.
He had only his left hand. Later, he was adopted and raised by a legion of villagers.
10 years later, somehow, he managed to remember his past after much nostalgia. Everything. Hurt, he would always cry at night to relieve the pain inside him. He was unable to accept the fact that his parents were that cruel to him.
He tried to tell himself to forget everything, that it was all mendacious. But, he couldn't. It kept ringing in his mind, his parents were parsimonious people, greedy for money. All his friends classmates in school treated him like an expatriate. He was completely rendered helpless.
All he could do was to suffer in silence.
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I do not think you used 'expatriate' correctly, in 1100 words it refers to an exile. You mean the teacher treats him as in exile. How? Like as if he is invisible because he is banished and should not be there?
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