My parents treated me like a servant. 1 day before…

them. My mother would want to come to be seen with me, to take credit. My sister would ask if she could bring Trevor. My father would ask if it was really necessary to fly all that way.

So I kept my secret, and I packed my bag. All I needed was an exit.

December 18th, my mother handed me one.

I finished packing, closed my suitcase, looked around my bedroom continue reading …