Broken Road
I grew up in a good, Christian family. Mom and Dad didn't drink, smoke, or fight. We lived on an air force base in Labrador. I was sheltered, and loved, and I thought everyone was just like us. Nobody ever swore in our house, or yelled, or threw things at each other. My Dad didn't have a temper, and my Mom never had to lock herself in the bedroom. Those were the best days of my life.
