You have met with a terrible fate, haven't you?

"Can I ask... You a question? Your face... What kind of face it is? I wonder... The face under the mask... Is that your true face?"

Once again, a little boy was sitting alone under a huge tree watching other children playing.  He always sat there. Always there, always alone. The other children never played with him. What for? What for? The question the boy asked from himself everyday. Is it because I have no parents?
The boy had never knew his parents. He had always lived alone and took care of himself. It was unbelievable. How old was he? Four? Five? No-one knew. not even the boy himself. After living his life all alone without even the memories of his parents he started to believe, that mom and dad are just sort of fairy tale.
It was unfair. But life sometimes is. The boy was always alone, but the other children knew he was there. Sometimes they even showed it. By teasing the boy and making him feel uncomfortable.
"Why so sad, ninny?" they always laughed, but the boy never answered. They knew the answer. What for to talk? Most of the time the bullies stopped there, but sometimes they didn't. And when they didn't, they hurt the boy more with their nasty words.

"Maybe your parents just hated you so much they left you alone", they said in that day. "Maybe they just didn't want to watch such a crybaby all-the-time." And then they left laughing. The boy was again alone, but something had changed. Maybe that was true. No-one wants to watch a crybaby like me, he thought.
Many children would have got even more sad. But he didn't. He stood up and decided to not show his suffering to anyone.

Three days the boy spent his time in his house making something. Three days the other children wondered where was the crybaby. And in the night of the third day the boy was ready. He had finished the thing he had made for those three days.

Next day the boy returned to the spot he always had sat. He didn't know why did he always return. He knew he'd only get lonely. But somewhere, in his heart, in his little beating heart was a little light of hope. If... If today... They'd play with me.
Maybe that day came someday, but it was not today. The bullies always teasing the boy came again to him.
"So you returned to your spot, crybaby?"
The boy rose his head and looked at the main bully. He never did that, what was confusing all alone, but more confusing was, that he was smiling. Smirking, actually. The bully looked at the little boy a little scared. He didn't except that the boy would do that. Why wasn't he sad? Why wasn't he scared? The bully said nothing, so confused he was.
"I'm sorry. I didn't hear you", the boy opened his mouth for everyone's surprise. "Could you repeat?"
The boy's voice was weird. There was no kind of feeling in it. The bullies got scared and they ran away. The boy smirked behind them.
What had happened?

They boy had made a mask. We'd wear it every day until his dead. Then no-one would see his sadness. No-one could call him crybaby anymore. Three days he had been making that smirking mask and now when it was ready, he'd never take it off again.

Went years. Other children didn't tease the boy anymore, but he was still alone. Other were scared of him. It was no surprise. The boy had came mad. Mad, crazy, insane. And he was still wearing that mask. Yes. Actually, it was all because of that mask. It had became hi's face.
The boy started to love the masks so much, he made another one. And another, and another. Until he got so many of them you can't count. It took many years. And now, the boy wasn't just a boy anymore. He was man. An adult.
He watched at his creations and laughed a little. How beautiful. They'd bring happiness all over the world...
So the man took his masks in a huge bag and went. He'd never return. He was a traveler now.
He traveled all over the land selling his masks.
"Good evening, how are you? I'm Happy Mask Salesman and my masks bring happiness all over the world!"
Some people bought his masks, and some didn't. But the man never got sad or angry. Oh well... Sometimes a little angry, but never sad. He was happy with his job as a traveling mask seller who was always happy.

At one day in his travels he met a boy. A lonely looking boy, who had no face. He wanted to buy a mask. A mask the man could not sell. So the boy stole it. Oh, what a pain! That mask was cursed! What to do now...?
Because the man knew he could do nothing, he continued his travel searching for help while selling the masks. Oh, what a luck!  At the very same day, the man met another boy. A very sad looking boy. And the man saw himself in that boy.
"You have met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"