““A whore, a drug addict and a creature,” the grandmother snaps angrily with the seedlings, enthusiastically running over my sore toe with a heavy cart. I don’t use drugs, I don’t engage in prostitution and I consider myself worthy of human relations. But, having the appearance of a guest from another planet, it is difficult to prove that you are not the Universal Evil. - Mommy, who is this? - the pink-cheeked toddler lisps, jumping contentedly in his parent’s arms. “This is a very bad aunt.” “Beware of people like her,” says the bespectacled mother and defiantly shields the child from me with her huge breasts. I silently swallow the lump in my throat. What gives others the right to judge others based on their appearance? I'm trying to distract myself. I bite my lips. I'm getting used to injustice. Survival is difficult. Especially like me.”