The child's mother looked at him with disgust,
she gave birth to him alone, and this child tormented her terribly.
The prostitute had no compassion for this child, she casually named him an ordinary name:
Basel.
Maisy looked at the scene before him, his head lowered, his heart in extreme pain.
He could not stay here, it was time for him to go.
Maisy continued along the road, he saw how the child named Basel gradually grew up, born with a stutter and despised and loathed as the son of a prostitute.
The scene before him seemed familiar, Maisy's body wobbled.
Maisy reached out, wanting to touch the image of himself, to tell this child that things were not so bad.
But as soon as his hand reached out, the image dissolved.
Maisy's soul was tormented by pain, he had no choice but to keep moving forward.
The scene changed again.
A kind Priest raised Basel, taught the boy to read and write poetry.
Maisy watched this warm scene, and before he could smile,