There was a young boy who was running about in his home. And he fell... He did not cry, but he was shock. He expected his mum, who was nearby, to help him up. His mum walked over to him, but just stood there next to him. I doubt he understood, but after sometime, he stood up by himself. He looked up and expected to see his mum to be proud. But no. His mum shoved him and he fell again. He was hurt. Not his bum(that hurt of course), he was hurt more than that. He did not understand. He stood again, his mum shoved him again, and he fell again. Again and again, this happened. He did not understand his mum's actions, he did not understand his feelings. An nknown emotion rose within him, was it anger? was it betrayal? was it sadness? He stood once more, his mum shoved him. He held his ground. His mum walked away.

Some lessons need to be taught the hard way. That was my first.