This story was built starting with the end and twisted inside out…
When do you decide it’s better to blend in than to stand out? When does a dysfunctional family fight for self-preservation? When does erasing the past feel like the way to the future? When do your own perceived failures become an obsession? When do you see your children for who they are, not how you wish they were? When do you admit that your past shaped you in ways you don’t want to acknowledge? When?