With a downward gaze, Isa stayed seated on the floor while the liquid of mixed food and drinks dripping from the top of her head to her face and to the tip of her chin.

A cold wave of dread washed over her. In the special event when many people came to celebrate, she humiliated herself and became the laughingstock of everyone, although some of them felt sorry. Isa heard the murmurs, asking who she might be or how embarrassing it would be to be in her situation.

Isa felt her heart drop to the pit of her stomach as she realized how mortifying it is to make a fool...