I remember she would sleep late. She always wished I would too. For a brief time as a teenager I slept a lot, but I've always fought the subconscious and sleep. It is extremely difficult to sedate me. She always got so angry that I woke her up. When he was angry, it came with an insult or a fist. I think that's why I've always feared anger. That fear would teach me to be the angriest in the room, for security. Looking back, I don't even remember the things I did wrong or what I was supposed to learn. I only remember the toxic...