As a kid I grew up with my father (and very little memories of mother), who tried to explain to me as I became self-aware of what made me different, From all the other boys. My emotion's crawling to my brain and to my feet, as I come to realize I was not the boy I thought I was. Can I face the truth that they might know? Do they see through my disguise? The one my mother put HER money into making me into something that she PREFERS on to me, or should I confess before it gets out of hand? "Or will he... Like me then?"