"Aren't you too young to attempt suicide?"
A blue-eyed young man asked. His skeptical gaze was fixed on a child about the ages of 5 to 6, standing on a restaurant table about to commit suicide. Malnutrition was evident by looking at the boy's sallow cheeks and abnormally scrawny limbs.
The moon light —not the current pink one— shone through the restaurant's windows. The tan-skinned boy had sneaked inside using one to finish himself. Albeit, jumping off a restaurant table, didn't mean death, but rather broken limbs at such a young age.
Hearing the question, the boy looked at the ground where he is about to jump. Tears come from his red eyes. Did he want to die? No, he wanted closure!
Sniffing his nose, he answers with certainty:
"If I kill myself, then I'll be reunited with my Okasaana and Otosan!"
"Hahahaha!"
