"Children are all stubborn."
"And they're all..."
They relied on their parents' doting and acted without fear of the consequences.
The boy's lips moved, but he didn't say the rest.
"I stubbornly wanted my parents to believe me..."
"But..."
"They sent me to the hospital."
For the first time, a trace of scorn crossed the boy's face.
"I really hated hospitals."
"I was even a little afraid of them."
"When I was little, I caught a cold and went to the hospital for an IV. The nurse was probably new, because it took her ages to get the IV started."
"She kept sticking the needle in and out of the back of my hand."
"In the end, it even started bleeding."
"I was terrified."
"My dad got really angry with the nurse."
From then on, the hospital left a shadow in my heart.
"I started resisting hospitals."
"So when I said they sent me to the hospital just now... actually, they dragged me there..."
How strong could a child be?
How could I possibly overpower adults?
"I kept crying and making a scene..."
I cried hysterically.
I even "hit and kicked" my parents, trying to break free of their hold.
"They yelled at me louder than they ever had before..."
It was the angriest they had ever been with me, even up to now.
"I was scared."
I was stunned into silence.
In the end, I obediently went to the hospital with them.
"Actually, I was pretty smart..."
The boy suddenly smiled.
"I more or less figured out from their conversation why they'd forcibly taken me to the hospital."
"Though I didn't really understand."
The boy shook his head slightly.
"I only knew that because I'd said those things while arguing with my parents, they'd taken me to the