What is pain? Is it an emotion? How about a feeling? Is it really that unpleasant? Is there all sorts of pain? Like maybe the kind that you feel after breaking a bone. Oh no! I think it’s that feeling you get when you have butterflies of fear whisking around in your stomach. Maybe not… I’ve given up on knowing, healing, preventing, and feeling pain. It hurts too much. Besides, the blows from my moms fists don’t hurt for too many days… My father’s scorching words aren’t so big and bad after a week or so. The thought of my grandma and I, possibly, not celebrating our birthdays together next year doesn’t have scare me that much, does it? I will not let it control me. Will I?