It was a crisp and shiny morning when Jacob and his band of bullies picked up on poor Jane who lost her leg to a wretched disease. It was not the case that Jane was the only young soul in the town to bear their monstrosity; actually from elderly to school going kids no one was immune of this plague which seemed as if descended right from lower stories of hell.

But Jane…

Poor Jane had to be the good day’s target. On a good sunny day in the town, elderly would go to the parks to enjoy the sunshine and whatever is left of their life to, young people would also go to the parks or the beach and Jacob …

Jacob and his band of bullies would leave the homes to meet at the old and abandoned Amish house and decide their plan for the day. Their kind was not of the thoughtful ones. As a matter of fact, sometimes it seemed that they were the mentally sabotaged hillbillies who only know action.

However:

After less talk, even lesser thought and more of the yawping, they reached the conclusion that it was a good sunny day, the people of the town were happy and this is definitely not what Jacob and his toughs liked.

This situation demanded an immediate target and who could be a better fair day target but young and poor Jane. There was this pattern of meetings at “Amish Castle”, this is what they used to call the old Amish farmhouse, and once they reach a conclusion, they would leave the home and scramble faster than the camp of bats abandoning the dunes for daily prey.

Jane was her mother’s angel. But it was not only her mother who loved her; she seemed to be the apple of whole town’s eye. When she was 2, her father said farewell to the life and at age 5 she lost her leg to a genetic anomaly that prevailed in her father’s side.

Yet:

No one knows whether it was for the love and affection that her mother had for her or because of the untouched streams of hope and happiness, that she never succumbed to the sad reality that she could never walk, run and jump normally like other kids.

With prosthetic leg she could sure walk easily, but still the motion looked far from normal and she had to take rest after walking for a few yards.

Jacob and his friends used to called her “Limpo”, pull her leg or simply pushed her to the ground. As much as they would have loved to see her crying, something always amazed them, the only thing that they saw in her eyes was not pain or even agony, but mere sadness sprouting out of those deep blue eyes.

That day, she was taking cupcakes to the orphanage; she grew up without her father and she definitely knew how an orphan would feel.

So, she was bearing some mini cupcake boxes in her hands and if you were there you could see that those cupcake boxes, in a shopping bag, were weighing her petite arm down and since she was a calm and quiet girl, no one in the town knew that it was her routine to take cupcakes to the orphans.

In this scene appear the dust of bikes; Jacob and other morons appear paddling their bikes and when Jacob saw Jane with a shopping bag, his eyes shone for a moment and he moved his arm to snatch the bag and in a moment he was pulled down to the ground by the weight of the bag.

Later than day, Jacob was applying bandage to his wounds and thinking of pain, and that very moment tossed the yin and yang of his life. He recalled how minor were his pain and agony, and how he hurt a good girl with a big cause.

The next day, people of the town were shocked to see Jacob bearing a bag full of clear cupcake boxes, walking along Jane with both getting closer, step by step, to the orphanage.