I look in the mirror and begin to question. Is that me, or a version of me I never knew before? A version with eyes that holds storms, a mouth that knows curses. I embraced it with welcoming and warm hands.

“Little man.” I asked

He looked puzzled, those stormy eyes staring at mine as if waiting for me to judge him.

No one had embraced this creature because of his devilish looks.

Maybe we shouldn’t judge so harshly, for we never know what storms people carry within them.

We never know what happens behind closed doors.