Jordan always remained poised.
Even Jordan’s history was not off-limits. Having grown up in an orphanage, he had built himself from nothing, a feat that should have commanded respect. Instead, my parents used his lack of ‘pedigree’ as another weapon, mocking his humble beginnings as if they were a character flaw rather than a testament to his strength.
As the years passed, the emotional toll became unbearable. I found myself distancing our lives from theirs, creating a sanctuary where Jordan didn’t have to endure the constant stings of their judgment.
