“Mother, why aren’t we allowed to see the sun?” A little child looked up at his mother, his innocent eyes wavering on her face.
“Because we are being punished.” A thin yet elegant lady said as she crouched down besides him. Her hair was straggled and dirty and she wore no more than a threadbare dress, dirty and worn. Her skin was pale and she looked frail, as if she would break at any moment.
“For what?” The boy questioned unable to understand what he had done wrong.
“For something your great great great great grandfather had done.”
“But I didn’t do anything!” The boy cried indignantly. “Why should I be punished!”
The lady sighed and ran her dirtied fingers through her son’s hair.
“Because that is that way of life and all beings must follow the way of life.”
“But I don’t want to.” The boy pouted. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I want to see the sun. They’re just being selfish.”
“That’s right.” The mother sighed resignedly. “People are selfish. But there is nothing that you can do about it.”
The boy drew his knees in and buried his head in his arms. A single tear trickled down his cheek and splattered onto his shirt.
He was determined to see the sun.