A mosquito had a very tough upbringing
His father was an alcoholic. Many afternoons his father would come drunk and beat his wife and only son, John. John was traumatised by his father’s acts. Every day when he went to school he would cry. Everyday he thought himself that he will be a better mosquito than his father one day.
He continued to attend school but told no one of the troubles at his home. He learned how to sew clothes and make hats after school as he had to generate his own income, seeing as his family was dysfunctional. He made a steady income with his job and supported himself financially through most of High School.
In his final year of High School he attended an ethics class. He made and sold most of the fancy suits that all of his classmates needed in the ethics class. This sudden burst in income meant he could also support his own weight at university.
Four years later he graduated from university with a degree in mosquito rights. He wears one of his own silk hats everyday.
One day on the street he bumped into the most beautiful mosquito he had ever seen. He stepped back, lifted his hat and with a respectful nod to her said, “M’laaria.”