Someone says something. Someone whispers something. Someone gestures.
Sometimes people are so unknowingly instrumental in killing a soul, a spirit. A single word is enough. It feels like a part or me, something inside, dies. A little corner of my heart gets singed. Every single time. I wonder what I will finally be left with.
It happens with friends. It happens with family.
But most often, it happens with school teachers. Funny na. They are supposed to be the ones who "shape our spirit" and "wholly develop our outlook and personality". Ha.