Behind the Curtains
Being myself has always been the best person to be. Having blessed with lots of talents and great skills often put me on the spotlight. Applause, flattering remarks and great compliments were my rewards. People always see me happy but what they don’t know; behind the curtains of my life is a person of pain, burden, sadness and loneliness. Growing up physically assaulted by my father was very hard. Punches, kicks, squats while carrying kilos of bullets and other basic military training has been the life I had to live ever since I was a young boy. The reason maybe is because I am not like any other little boy. I love playing dolls instead of robots, playing dress-ups instead of basketball and doing other girls stuff instead of boys. It was maybe the biggest reason why even though my father was with me, he seem to be miles away. When I turned 15, I start asking myself, why is my father doing this to me? I may be different from others but I am still his son; and my rebell...