The Haunting, of Silence

The Haunting, of Silence. We now delve into the haunting of silence that often accompanies such experiences. I grew up in a "normal" functional home. My parents were married, and I had two elder sisters and a pet dog named Fluffy, all in the same household. Both parents worked hard; we were well taken care of; all were sent to school and we were safe. We weren't rich, but I don't remember needing to ask anyone for anything. So yes, the household was indeed functional. I don't think it was noticed, but I had a secret. As much as I loved my mom, dad, and siblings, I didn't really like my life. How could I have been so loved yet feel so lost at such a young age? Isn't that what every child needs? Love, clothing, shelter, an education, and an older sister that would play hide and seek with me and her friend Petal whenever she came around? Come on, I didn't have friends, but I was cared for. Sometimes I wondered if my siblings saw the sorrow in my eyes, and...