“Music in the soul can be heard by the universe.”
What if all your life you lived with the belief that you were special, then suddenly someone or something came and took it from you?
Like a figure in the shrouded mist of your imagination, your normal is yanked out from under you and in its place comes a new reality of fear, confusion, and oppression. When the terror and ravaging subsides, could you return to being the same person you were? I think not. More concisely, I know not. For just such a wrong was done to me, leaving me forever changed.
Now, it’s time to tell the story.
Not just any story, but my story, written down because as an ancient Chinese proverb says, the palest ink is better than the best memory.