Kuto’s life no. 329
Kuto's life was filled with disdain. He was always the odd one out, the one who didn't quite fit in. His hair was different, his skin was different, and his eyes were always darting around, as if he were looking for something better.
He had come to Curaçao in search of a new life, a fresh start. But so far, it hadn't been going well. He stuck out like a sore thumb here too. People stared at him and whispered behind his back. He knew they were laughing at him, mocking him.
He tried to ignore them, but it was hard when he felt so alone all the time. The only thing that made him feel better was knowing that there were others like him out there somewhere. Maybe one day he would find them and finally feel like he belonged somewhere.
He had come to Curaçao in search of a new life, a fresh start. But so far, it hadn't been going well. He stuck out like a sore thumb here too. People stared at him and whispered behind his back. He knew they were laughing at him, mocking him.
He tried to ignore them, but it was hard when he felt so alone all the time. The only thing that made him feel better was knowing that there were others like him out there somewhere. Maybe one day he would find them and finally feel like he belonged somewhere.
