Quil, Jake and I have known each other for as long as I can remember. Before I started school, I remember vaguely, the days that the store was too busy for mom to keep me with her, staying over and playing with him until things calmed down. The earliest clear memory I have of us though is when we entered school. We were all there: Quil, Jake, Me.



I wasn’t one to socialise much with people as a child, given that everyone looked at me funny for wondering who my father was. I wasn’t… Continue