It was one contest that saved me,or at least kept me going until I was sent away. But that happened much later.Around that time,I started to hate my father.After all, he couldn’t just ignore the elephant in the room, as he had been for the longest time.However,since he was quite a well educated man, he knew I had been around enough to know what was the matter with him.When the elephant in the room had been just a tiny baby,it was alluded to every now and then.But now that it had grown, only a complete dim witt could be oblivious to it’s sound, size, and giant footsteps.Dad didn’t try to hide it, for he knew I could see right through him. While I deemed him cowardly and effeminate, not to mention inconfident at the time, I now realize that he acted more manly than most macho men would’ve. I wished we had talked about it some more. The matter of him being homosexual was a lot like me being adopted—we both knew it exponentially well, but we rarely went beyond the surface of the matter. But someday we would.