On my tenth birthday, my parents decided to let my sister and I have our first human meal. I couldn’t tell that it was any different from the other meat we’ve had; it honestly tasted like pork. They told me afterwards what they had fed us, and implored me to not tell my sister, since it could upset her.

They probably expected for me to freak out, but I was well composed and indifferent.

A few years prior to that day, I spent some time with the butcher and he told me all about it in a friendly matter. They didn’t know that I already well informed.

I promised them I wouldn’t tell my sister until the time they thought she was ready, but I came up with the condition that I had to be the one to tell her, so that I could be there to comfort her.

Three years later, my sister turned ten and it was time for her to know. Even though I kept my promise to not tell her, they did not keep up their end of the deal. I was not the one to inform her.

We started drifting even further apart.

Since I went to an all boys’ school, I didn’t have much interaction with girls. Let me rephrase: I didn’t have much interaction with girls while at school.

My friends and I would meet up with girls from the all girl catholic school nearby. I would tell my parents I’m studying in the library for my provincial exams, but what I was actually doing were mushrooms. We’d all go to my friend’s house and hallucinate for hours. Eventually this was too regular of a hobby that was no longer exciting for us, so we switched over to LSD.

Graduation day was soon approaching and I had stopped part taking in the drug gatherings and started focusing on bringing up my marks even more, since I wanted to go to the same university my father went to for his undergrad.

I got in.

On orientation day I was extremely bored with what was happening so I strayed off from the crowd and went on my own to discover the campus. It was too big; I instantly knew that I was going to get lost frequently.

And that’s exactly what happened:

On my way to my first chemistry lab I got extremely los, but I wasn’t the only one, there was also a girl.

The girl.

Unlike my parents’ initial feelings of distain towards each other, this girl and I instantly were infatuated with one another.

We ended up skipping chemistry lab all together and went back to her dorm. Some time passed and then it was time for our philosophy lecture. We skipped out on that too. Instead, we spoke all night of our own ideas of philosophy.

Morning came and I went home.