He told me to go away.





I did. I followed his instructions. I left with the new family. They were from the right side of the tracks and I tried to become one of them. I really did, but I failed. When someone died, someone that I loved, I couldn’t keep pretending everything was fine. It wasn’t. This privileged world he gave me wasn’t privileged. There were problems. He just never told me that he created them, that he had sent me into a world he set up for me.





It was all a lie, but it was lie that I was going to expose. Or I would die trying.