Character Sketch: Wallace Lee

I was born strong.

You were born weak.

So, why do I cry

When you don’t?

It’s not your fault that you were born like this. It’s not your fault that you were born there. It’s not your fault that there is something wrong with your health, your circumstances, your family, your everything. It’s not your fault.

I was born with much — my gifts, my strengths. I know love. I know joy. I know life. Then, why do I feel this pain when I hear about you?

Why can’t I just give you what I have? Why can’t I give you everything?

This haze.

How do you walk through it, blind and crippled?

Are you wandering? Are you hanging on? Where are you?

I’m on the other side. How can I reach you?

What’s stopping me? Who’s stopping me?

What’s the point of being strong, if I can’t help you?

Am I powerless too?

Am I in the haze?

Blind and crippled.

Wandering, hanging on.

Crying and trying to reach you.

Stronger. I need to get stronger. I need more power. I need more.

I’ll gather an army who cries for those who cannot. Imagine for you. The world with bows, arrows, spears, and swords, going into the fray. Into the haze. The place of rubble that you lean against.

We’ll come with absolute smiles as victory marches forward. We’ll surround, protect, and lift.

So please, just a little longer. Believe and want.

It’s okay to cry.

It’s not your fault.