![]() So, people who lack melanin appear to be pale white in skin and hair. Melanin is what characterizes the color of our skin. They are just like rest of us, full of flaws and strengths too.Īs mentioned earlier, albinism in humans is an inherited disorder where the body lacks a vital skin pigment called melanin. But do we ever wonder what their life is like? Does not having something called melanin affect somebody’s life so much that they become different from us? Not really. Most of us have seen albino people while walking on the road or at a mall, one may even have them as neighbors or classmates or colleagues. This is the story of Ron and thousand of others who are suffering from the genetic disorder of albinism. Though he truly, for the love of God wished that they could just try to understand albinos instead of labeling them as freaks, whiteface, ghost or any other new name they came up with. He might get late for the school bus if he doesn’t hurry up. Why can’t every alternate day be a Sunday, at least that way school would become bearable.” He sighed, knew he was just day dreaming. He ruffled his pale white strands of hair, and thought, “Another day of school, one more day of being called a freak, hmm… Wish Sunday would come soon. His eyes were light sea blue and his skin was milkish pink. He saw a pallid ghost of a young man (although he was just 14 years old, he saw all the makings of a young man in himself). ![]() He was looking at himself to see what others see him as. Like a typical teenager, he wasn’t counting the number of zits or whiteheads on his face. Standing in front of it, he opened his eyes and saw himself in the mirror. It took him three steps to reach to the mirror. Finally, Ron got up, dragged his feet with eyes shut to the mirror. The door opened, his dad peeped inside to see whether he was up and standing or if he needed a little more than a nudge in the back. But then, the alarm rang, that was the cue to get ready for school. Though he could hear her perfectly, he preferred to be deaf for a while more. He could hear his mother shouting his name, more like screaming than shouting.
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