I then I thought it must be because I am slow and a bit weak, so I trained hard. I made myself stronger and faster than any of the males my age. But still it was not enough to make her stop looking at me with those eyes. Those eyes of hers' that should have held a mothers' love and pride always held that same look. A look that silently but painfully screamed her disappointment in my very being, that I was a failure to her, that I had done something unforgivable, and that I was unlovable. So I thought harder, I was strong, agile, surefooted, fast, tough, enduring what was wrong with me?!
Then I looked closely into the pond, wondering what my flaw was. I looked at th