It took me three years to say it out loud. Each time I tried; the words would melt like ice under the sun. Saying them would make it real and I wanted anything but this to be real.
My mom tells me that, until I was four years old, I was an awkward child with an upturned gaze. I dwelled in a veil of silence and for the love of God, I couldn't sit still either. I was obsessed with sweeping the house for hours on end because it calmed me down.