Back Cover Blurb
Come with me back into the shadows of my childhood.
Not as a tale made beautiful by time, but as memory returning to the place it was first wounded. Before I understood the meaning of survival, I was already living it.
This memoir follows the pieces of my early years as I return to the house, to him, and to the silence that lived between every wall. It is a reflection on hunger, abuse, fear, bruising, and the scars that were not always seen, but were always carried.
As a child, I thought monsters lived under the bed or hidden inside cupboards. Instead, I learned they could be human.
I write this not through judgement, but through understanding. Because sometimes the truth is not found in what happened alone, but in what it made you become. Pain can build a cage, but memory can become the key.
These are no longer my ghosts to carry.
I am penning this so the cell door can finally shut, never to return.