A place called home

It was only natural for me to ask questions. Why was I smaller then them? Why didn´t I have those dark brown eyes? Or hairy legs? Or big feet? Why did my tiny hands only hurt when I tried to brake the other kids big noses so they would bleed just as mine did when they´d hit it.
And it only took so long before even five-year-old me came across the rumours that were passed along our tribe.