Chapter 80 - A sad tale

It all began when Doctor Matthews was a child; ten years old to be exact. For his age, he was short and feeble. As a result, many of the bigger kids usually picked on him. He hated the way he was treated but his stature couldn't deter the unjust treatment. "I wish I was strong," he whispered to himself one day while he and his mother were walking home from school. His mother was an attractive lanky woman with puffy cheeks and rosy delicate skin. "Who says you aren't strong?" "Everyone," he sighed and dropped his head to the ground. "They are always picking on me." "How?" His mother asked, her face was concerned. Matthews turned to his mother, the tone in her voice revealed how alarmed she felt after that revelation. He would have answered but he thought of the outcome. 'As much as I hate being treated the way I am. If I tell Mom, she'd make a fuss and everyone will hate me. I still want friends.' "Picking is a game my friends and I usually play," Matthews sounded nervous, hi