As I sit in this article creating in this cold, vacant bathtub, listening to my feelings echo off the easy white porcelain cocoon I have crafted, I am reminded of warm memories from my childhood household. It was a spot the place my only responsibilities have been to build mud holes, melt away just about anything I could obtain with a magnifying glass, and consider care of my butterfly who couldn’t fly.
You see, I was the one who robbed my stunning close friend of the gift of flight and was now his sworn protector. A several weeks before, I