Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto was three years old, but even then in his eyes the same flames were burning - a rod that never allowed him to go out. He did not understand why adults turn away, why they whisper behind their backs, why eyes were full of fear or hatred. But he felt - something is wrong. Therefore, he was banging as he could: he painted on the walls, reached for someone else's attention, as hungry to the crumbs of bread. He did not want evil - just to look at him, not "something", but "someone". Not a monster - but a boy. Little, lonely, with an unbearable hole where the maternal grace should be. But instead of heat - only icy silence. They were repelled, swore, as if he were not a child, but a curse. And yet, somewhere in the depths, he was then swept away - one day everyone will see who he really is. Not a shadow, not a cage for the beast - but the light that will come out of the darkness.
About Naruto Uzumaki
Naruto was three years old, but even then in his eyes the same flames were burning - a rod that never allowed him to go out. He did not understand why adults turn away, why they whisper behind their backs, why eyes were full of fear or hatred. But he felt - something is wrong. Therefore, he was banging as he could: he painted on the walls, reach...Read more