"Wow, your son is so talented. I wish mine could be like yours."
"How did you train your son to be so lovely and kind-hearted?"
"If only my son was half as good as yours, I would be the happiest mother in the world."
"Wow, another award—congratulations! Must be pretty nice having such a talented son."
"How can a child be this perfect? He is handsome, good in sports, music, and even academics. If my son had half of his qualities, I would definitely be the happiest mom in the world."
Brian grew up being praised by everyone around him—the perfect child. That was what he was. His friends kept their distance, treating him like a divine being. They couldn't even be called his friends.
The way they looked at him, the envy in their eyes, spoke volumes.
His teachers, his tutors, everyone in his surroundings created high standards and expectations for him. Not once did they believe that the word "impossible" existed in his dictionary.
