A handful of children ran about on the yard, laughing and throwing snowballs at one another. They were rather cute doing so, brought a smile to my face whether I would admit that in the presence of another person or not. For whatever reason, smilers are shunned in this society. One of the kids has dark brown hair and wears a shabby green coat with dirty trousers. Every day, winter and summer, he wears those same clothes. The other kids don't notice anything unusual about him as far as I can tell, but if a boy that age never changes, that's a sign of something going on at home.