Here I thought about how life may turn out. It might have gone real bad to worse in a second. Who had known about it might as ignorant as it was. Well, I had to find out what life’s secrets by my own hand and head. Though, I had to keep my hands off of anything if I wanted everything is what it was. Yeah, I has bless and curse engulfed my hands when I touch it will be turned to be stoned. So, you may see my home now there many stoned I earned by mistake, my friends, my pets, my sibling, even my own grandparents. Luckily, I had not made my parent stoned. I smirked. Though, I really enjoyed looking at my stoned collection, I felt lonely deep inside because those stone couldn’t respond my emotions anytime I wanted. They only could transform into their original form on the second Friday night each months. My cursed hands trapped them into the stony form and of course they were very angry at me when they shift into real human in flesh. And I did not blame them. I blame myself for that too