It echoes off the musty, dark walls. The further I try to run from it, the louder it gets. Sadly, I’ve heard this overbearing ‘noise’ since I was a child. At first, I was an innocent little boy, raised by my single mother until the age of six. She was my whole foundation- built on my earliest memories of life with mother always being there.
Then one day, she wasn’t.
“Who’s this?” a curious and confused six-year-old asked, as he stepped out of the guardian home.
A counselor pointed to a group of strangers. “This is your new family.”
This was the moment when I first heard the sound of silence.