Growing up I was expected to look a certain way, act a certain way and talk a certain way.
My parents pastored a few churches and my siblings, and I followed their every move like ducks in a row.
Everyone thought we were the perfect family.
Beautiful parents who made the ultimate power couple and their talented and even more beautiful children.
We were praised, admired and envied.
Yet, little did anyone know what transpired when we said our good byes and shut to door to our home.
No one kn.
