looking at my arms and legs they were never really the length i'd hoped they'd grow.
struggle always seemed to come out of this predicament
but I had family. A family of giants who could all, individually, catch fish with ease or pick the freshest fruit from the highest tree.
they never forgot, though, about their dwarf of a brother- they protected me like I was one of their own.
they loved me, and i loved them back.
most of the time, anyways i can't blame them for mistakenly stepping on a dwarf's pride self-worth self-confidence because a dwarf could never really assert his presence as well.
where would i be without them, the giants? where would i be without them? without them? i'm nothing.