Kuto’s life no. 365
Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. Growing up in the Virgin Islands, he was one of the only kids with black hair and brown skin. His mother had told him that his father was from Africa, but she died when Kuto was just a child. So he never really knew much about his heritage.
As he got older, Kuto started to feel more and more out of place in the islands. Everyone else seemed to be doing so well while he struggled just to get by. He worked odd jobs here and there, but it was never enough to make ends meet. And then one day, everything changed.
While Kuto was working at a construction site, one of the workers accidentally knocked over a can of paint onto him. The white paint stained his clothes and skin, making him look like a ghost. All of the other workers laughed at him and called him names; even his boss fired him on the spot . . .
As he got older, Kuto started to feel more and more out of place in the islands. Everyone else seemed to be doing so well while he struggled just to get by. He worked odd jobs here and there, but it was never enough to make ends meet. And then one day, everything changed.
While Kuto was working at a construction site, one of the workers accidentally knocked over a can of paint onto him. The white paint stained his clothes and skin, making him look like a ghost. All of the other workers laughed at him and called him names; even his boss fired him on the spot . . .
