The poor boy.

On 21st of November a baby boy was born in a village. His dark brown eyes giving reflection of white light attracted everyone towards him. His hair giving a shade of light brown color increased his attraction.

His staggering look and body shocked everyone. His future was shining just like his hair and eyes. Everyday more and more neighbours visited to see him. They looked happy but deep inside a fire was burning. The first day passed without a problem.

The second day more relatives came and on the third day even more with huge shopping bags in their hands.

Everybody wanted to get a chance to stretch and squeeze his bloody red cheeks which were jiggling like pudding. He recieved cloths and other toys etc stuff.

Everyone looked happy until one person came. He leaned forward and saw the cutie's face. He looked him in the eyes. The baby started to cry

"I didn't liked it" shouted the man and left the house.

Other guests followed his steps and also left leaving back the mom,dad and the baby.

But that was not the problem.

Everyone was meeting eachother and loved the baby. But not for so long.

THE REALITY

That baby boy's name was Andrew.

Just after 13 months, his brother was born. His name was set to be Jake but his mother did not liked that name and wanted to name him Jay. This baby was not born in the same village. He was born in a city. A modern city.

Noone came to see his dark black deep eyes that were big just like the one's from cartoons. His pure black hair which were silky and smooth. It was hard to hold grip on them. His tan color looked adorable but this baby's future was not that bright. It was as dark as his eyes. Was deep and dangerous for him and his family but he had not idea what he was going to face.

A few months earlier

2 monts before the baby was born his relatives came to know that its gonna be a boy. The man who made Andrew cry said

"If this is a boy he won't live long!"

When the dad of the baby came to know about it. He sent the mother to a city 1300 miles away from that village . Here live the father of the mother. She spent 1 year with him and Jake was born here.

His name was chosen by his grandfather.

When the man came to know about the birth of the baby he rushed into the house in the village with a rifle loaded in his hands shouting

"Where is he, where is he"

The father said

"Why are you here? I sent him to the city"

"Fine! I'll just kill this boy"

He aimed at 1 year old laughing Andrew.

His father came infront of the nosel and said

"You cant kill him"

He dropped the gun and said

"You will pay for what you have done"

"Fine! we'll see" said the father and kicked the gun aside.

The man left the house smashing the front door and never showed himself again.

It was fine here but in the city Jake was not having a great life. His mother hated him as she didn't wanted to leave her house but she had to because of Jake and his Father. And she was forced to come here. On the other hand the Grandfather was not into kids.

He didn't even smiled looking into his deep dark eyes. So did his daughter. But she had to do it for her husband. Jake only had his father loving him and andrew got the love of the whole family.

However Jake grew up in this cruel hating world.

His father re-named Jake as Joe but still not Jay as his mother wanted . It doesn't matter she didnt loved him anymore. When he was one years old The mother travelled back to the village with Joe.

His father hugged him tightly as he was the only one who loved him.

Everything was getting better. But still noone came to see Joe. He did not recieved any gift or any toy. His mother denied to buy him some new cloths and now he had to wear the old cloths that Andrew used to wear. He was too small to notice these things.

His life went like this. Hated by his mom but loved by dad.