That I was a burden on everyone's shoulders. I began to doubt whether my parents really cared about me. Because of the conflict between my aunt and my mother, I started to have trust issues. Every time my parents showed me affection, I hesitated. Eventually, I lost trust in my parents. Around the age of nine, I slowly began to realize that my aunt was exaggerating too much during the argument and that my parents' affection had been honest and truthful. I don't remember why I trusted my aunt more than my parents, but five-year-old Kevin wasn't exactly the brightest kid on the planet to begin with. I guess because I spent a lot of time at my grandmother's house, I developed a deeper bond with my aunt than with my parents. I could never tell if someone was being honest with me or if they were trying to manipulate me into doing something that might cause trouble. I became very cautious about who I would open up to. As a result, I became very shy and