... “Can we please not play anymore dad?” Upsurge, confined versatility with a solemn belief. Rise up, explore. Dominated, character provoked, the lesser attempt exploiting ones emotion. Accused of disgrace. Kathy, my mother revealed that I was adopted on my 18th birthday. Dilemma, does that mean I am special? The word adopt was new for me. I was an adult already but then was I? I never went to school since my dad always told me how cruel the real world is. “The danger awaits.”, said my dad every 3rd night of a week. The pain was harsh, tears were now all soaked, my voice was long lost. Despite of everything I was loved, I grew from stitched clothes to a pair of new Pajamas’. I had a great family, a loving dad, a cute little angel and a beautiful mother. From kitchen floor to a store room, I grew up. The unusual essence the nights had for me. The midnight did hit with the fear of a ...