The bitter taste of silence still lingers on my tongue, a reminder of the situations I’ve been trapped in, the moments that felt like an eternity of agony. But I’ve learned to bottle it up and label it "Bad Faith." Because in those moments of weakness, I’ve grown stronger.But what happens when that silence is imposed upon me, orchestrated by those I hold dear? My father or mother, perhaps. It becomes a memory that’s both helpless and humorous, a berry too sour to swallow.As a schoolboy, my greatest joy was the arrival of summer vacation. My only plan was to