See, I was always going to be safe. I was not a survivor because of some inner quality of strength or courage, which at this point can surprise no one. I was a survivor because I learned how to hide, learned how to stand to one side when the evils of the world came down, hoping they’d attack anyone else but me. Lucky for me, hiding was possible. I blended in. Unlike Gurbaksh, I looked like my tormentors.
