Let me tell you a story about a boy. This boy and his parents had no names in this story.

This is the story about how the boy had everything. That he wanted in his hands.
But this is not a story of love and hope. It is of pain, and suffering.

This was the most pleasant family that anyone would know about.
The father was perfect.
The mother was perfect.
The son was perfect.
Everything was perfect to them.

But it was not complete. There was one thing the boy had done that would be seen as regrettable, but fixable by many.
But the parents did not approve.

The boy... Had failed once. Whatever he had failed, it didn't matter.

Nightmares were real. The parents chastised their son and took everything away from him. He was nothing but a failure in their eyes.

One day, the boy disappeared from their residence. Their parents searched for two days, and two nights, but with no son. He was nothing, and they would see nothing.

But they looked in the wrong places. When they came home again, the boy was there.

The boy was there... But he wasn't standing right. They found him with his feet off the ground.

The only thing he ever wanted... Was to please his parents.