ABSTRACT
I was the baby of the family, the youngest of four boys. It was a complicated upbringing, to say the least; a family starving for love but not a clue how to express it to one another. As a child, I easily fell into the role of being a heat-seeking missile in search of love, attention, and validation wherever I could find it—from best friends, teachers, crossing guards—from anyone who provided more nourishment than home. This is the origin of my brokenheartedness as well as my resilience.
