When my parents fought, I’d run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.
When my parents fought, I’d run up to my room, put on
When my parents fought, I’d run up to my room, put on The Sound of Music, open the window and sing out. My voice was my escape. I saw it as a way out.
