My stepfather was a malevolent monster, but he was also a unique and beautiful person. I spent many sleepless nights questioning, “What happened to him in the past?” I started school and I was a weirdo kid. It was difficult for me to socialize. It was very difficult for me to join the games at recess. Carnival had arrived and my teacher ordered me to wear a costume the next day. Everyone talked about their costumes from DC Comics, like superman and flying fairies. I came home that day with curiosity about this event. My stepfather assured me that I would wear the best costume, and he told me I would be a cyclops. I was very excited, thinking how I would be an X-Men Cyclops!! That night my stepfather and I grabbed some old clothes and we started to paint it. He said it was going to be unique and great. The next day I felt like a homeless kid with clothes full of abstract and dirty pain. Five in the morning and I was insecure about go to school in that costume. My stepfather approached me. He smiled at me, “Everything will be ok, Yu. I love you.” And he took paint and drew an eye on my forehead. It was difficult for me to contain my tears...but in school that day, I had a lot of fun scaring other kids, like I was a zombie. They ran screaming, and I was their favorite carnival character.
