My thoughts were always dark these days. They were darker the older I got, and I feared what the future held for a boy like me. A boy with a family that I wanted to keep hidden from the world. A dirty secret. There would be no happy tales and fond moments reminiscing about my childhood. The only pride I felt was that I’d survived this long. And it felt like the sand in my timer was running out. My resolve, my strength, was waning.
