I realized that my smiling classmate at the age of ten might have had Down syndrome. Sometimes, I feel sincerely sorry for my misbehavior towards my intellectually disabled classmate. Sometimes, I could remember and feel the pain her mother suffered when her dearest daughter was teased by immature classmates and when she made a heartfelt speech to gain sympathy for her daughter. Furthermore, I realized that the brain damage caused by the fever could contribute to my uncle's unusual behavior. This might be the reason why my uncle didn't remember me after seeing me numerous times. Or he simply wanted to touch me passionately without knowing how to control his grip strength, as if I were the person dearest to him