The thoughts of a designed man

           My name is Steven, a so-called perfect man. I have many things that others are eager to get-----high intelligence, handsome appearance, and a wealthy family. It seems that I am the luckiest one in the world. However, one day, I heard from my parent accidently, “Look at our child, what a sensible decision we have made to design his genes.” I was shocked at the words. I realized that I am not myself, but someone who is faked by my parents!

          Then what does everything that I own mean to me? All the things around me give me a sense of unreality. My life is perfect, but it is not what it should have been.

In a morning, I could not hold back my feeling at all. I asked my mother: “Do you love me, Mom?” My mother was surprised at my question, and then smiled. She said: “Of course! You are my son.” “But why did you design my genes?” My mother was shocked this time. I asked again: “Do you love me or do you just love the one designed by you? If I was not designed and was born ugly, would you still love me so much?” “What are you thinking about? You are yourself now, aren’t you?” I smiled bitterly, and said: “What do I mean to you? Your child who you love so much no matter who he is or a piece of work of art that was created by yourself?” My mother’s face was pale and could say nothing.

          I cannot blame my parents. After all, they just want to give me the best. But what is wonderful may be not what I want most. I just want to be myself, the original one, which is the only thing I want but also the one that is impossible to get.