Too Late to Believe Me
Language: en
Because I was such a master of slacking off, my parents sent me to a reality show that was supposed to turn me into a perfect child. On the show, it took me half an hour just to stand up with both hands on the bed rail. I liked dragging my legs when I walked, and I could take an entire day to finish one meal. To make sure I went through the makeover smoothly, they threw away my cane and hid my medicine. The production team locked me in a reflection pod and forced me to write a confession letter in front of the camera. I held the pen and begged myself in my heart: I have to write this well.…