He gave us shelter. The home for wayward children. Stability in an otherwise topsy-turvy world. Our parents flaked out and it was uncle who took us in.
Cousins more like siblings. The teasing never stopped. First thing Ray said whenever he saw me was “put the lock of the refrigerator door”. I wasn’t even eating my full potential back then. That’d come later. To soothe the pain. Kids are cruel or honest to a fault.
We all had our addictions and mine was food. Extreme measures. Then one day I stopped. Something clicked into place. Pounds dropped but nothing changed.