"Oh, he was always there, a few feet away, sometimes glaring at me with his intense brown eyes, other times staring forlornly off into the distance. But we rarely spoke anymore. He became like a ghost to me. Nothing but a presence, an energy, a concept."
I realized who I was as a preteen. I didn't say anything until 5 years later. This is my story.
This is a short story, a creative-nonfiction based on true events.
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