What is a life meant for? If it is to be ended by endless list of sorrows. Can life be beautiful and meaningful if to be passed through a lifetime path that only counts for crisis behind tragedy? So weird it seems. Here is d story of a boy who has been sunk in a oceanful of sadness that crepts in his life until he was burnt to ashes. When he was 5 by age....., he realised that he had been brought up under compulsion like situation by his parents, mother and stepfather. The sense is that they both didn't wanted him. They raised him with the thought that people may curse them. Now......, all d time, the boy had to receive d words of cruelty that deeply saddened him. Countless beating his back had to bear. Still, the boy was so softminded. Every beating was meaningful chance for him to let his parents understand his inner love for them. Bt still..., after a countless year of beating received, there was no change in his dealing. Now he looks useless in leaving to truth. He saw no reason in living...., afterall he had been treated painfully. After such painful thinking, he took of the cloth and look up to the ceiling, and closed the eyes...... An hour later the boy was found hanging with the note inside the pocket stating....'thank you mom and dad for treating me so lovingly. I love u very much. Good bye....'.