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I wanted to be the perfect boy.
A perfect boy would do exactly as asked.
A perfect boy would be loved by everyone around him because he was so perfect. My little brother Timmy was what they used to call “all-boy,” an expression that was the highest badge of masculinity one could bestow on a properly rough and tumble youth. I thought if only I could be like Timmy then my Father might love me. Then I’d be the perfect boy. But the journey to being loved had nothing to do with being that perfect boy…