"Well, I could say I'm having a bad day, but I guess that's normal."
"Talk to me. What's on your mind?"
"I was seven years old and walking to school."
"Yes."
"The number five bus passed me. I saw my parents staring through one of the windows on it. My father looked very angry."
"And this upset you?"
"After school, I returned home. I was thrashed by my father with his leather belt. He said he was embarrassed I was his son. He said I looked like a freak, walking on my own, when other children had friends."