Sometimes I wonder where it all began.
Why did I keep going… down this path?
Did I even… have a choice?
I think, yes. I did.
But the price was too high.
When I think back to those days, I keep missing it…
That life.
It was simple. Peaceful. Quiet.
Loving parents. A sweet little sister. A younger brother.
Too sweet.
I tried to be a responsible brother for them.
Tried… to be better. For them.
The one they could rely on.
So they could say, without doubt: He's my brother.
And feel proud.
But…
Out of nowhere, on the most ordinary day,
my life flipped upside down.
"The Story" dragged me into its world, and I was faced with a choice that decided my path:
Kill a child…
Or let him live.
And of course, I chose…
The harder way.
My own story.