A village, a small house. The bedroom was very small. A small boy is lying there, his grandpa covering his blanket and sitting near him. The boy asks to grandpa, grandpa, my friends mocked me saying I am a demon. Grandpa smiles and says, no child, you are not a demon. Then the child said, grandpa, isn't demons are really bad, so does mean I am also bad? Grandpa answers, no child, it's not like ...
