I guess this story begins with my step-dad. He’s lived with us for 10 years. He’s nice and a decent guy but not a father. There’s no real love. I mean god, there’s not even fake love with him. He’s really nothing to me except a title- “step-dad.” One thing about him that I like, is how he loves my mom so much. Just to see her happy again is enough for me to grin and bear this man I’m supposed to call “dad”. “Well, at least he’s nice to me.” I would think.

yeah, right nice.

Well nice is a mask.

Nice is what people see.

Or what they think they see.