LUCASWalking through the foyer, I hear a blood-curdling scream and the clattering of plates against a hard surface. As I pace towards the dark room at the distant end of the long hallway on the left, the noises of someone angrily throwing things against the wall get discernible and louder. Feeling uneasy, I rush to the door at the end of the hallway and open it up an inch to peer inside, and what I see makes my heart sink. My eyes start to prickle with unshed emotions. Tears form in the back of my eyes as I watch him limp across the room, and our helper, Ms Ortiz, stands in the corner, unfazed with shaky hands. She gazes at him patiently, waiting for him to settle on his bed and not make more noise.Without exchanging a word with either of them, I close the door and suck in a deep breath.His meltdowns are a dirty little secret we are hiding in this family. We hide things from each other and ourselves. That's what we learnt to do as kids, and naturally, we inherited those traits from
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