She stood there as the world passed by her. Since she came into the world, it has turned its back on her. Avoided him and continued on their way, without a second glance. She stood at the bottom of life, observing the forgotten beauties that everyone had forgotten, like her. Even now, she leaned against a large oak tree that stretched into the sky, its long limps curling and its bright green leaves scattered. The old tree had been there for a long time, and yet everyone passing by was too busy to appreciate the grandeur of what was around them. However, every flower that passed through the cracks of the broken sidewalk, every bird that flew in the sky, every creature that walked beside her, she was amazed. After all, they were, like her, outcasts, forgotten and unwanted. She never belonged in the world and she knew that no matter how desperately she tried to reach out, no one would notice, no one ever would, and no one ever will. Although she had every right to hate the world that had left her behind, she couldn't, because even after showing her wit,...