They gather around the bed I lie on – parents, siblings, grandparents, cousins and friends.
With my legs and hand in casts and my visitors all around me there is no chance or hope of escape. So I surrender to my fate and lie there surrounded by them, surrounded by their shaking heads and frowns and scoldings about my carelessness that led me to this situation. And most of all, I am surrounded on all sides by their misunderstandings.
Oh, my dear kindred and beloved friends, you’ve got it all wrong. It was not carelessness that caused me to wander onto the road. And more importantly, my doleful expression is not because of my injuries or regret towards my actions. I am drenched in sorrow because I am still alive.