Like the caterpillar to the butterfly we all make a transformation. My life has gone from one big pile of crap to another pile of crap and on and on until we are today. Such is life. I am no longer that scared little boy who longs for his mother’s love. I am still afraid…
This only brings to mind one thing. And I’ve already detailed in Trapped.
I only have one picture of my life before coming to live with the Venatori. It was a picture my Nanny took with her old Polaroid camera. It’s yellowing, the corners are bent and the edges are a little singed from a mishap when I was only a few years older than I was in the picture.
I felt the bile rise up but I didn’t take my eyes from him as I stared in the eyes of a dragon or a demon or some great creature that saved me from the monster.