Fear. Had there ever been a moment when you left true fear?
The kind of fear that stuck to the skin like film and couldn't be washed off no matter how many times you tried to scrub it away?
Most of you might have said yes. You'd felt fear. The kind that lingered. The kind that stayed vivid in your mind even when you closed your eyes and wished it away. Kenneth was no different. He'd felt fear plenty of times. Fear of getting bad grades. Fear of his mother and sister getting sick. Fear of waking up one morning, turning on the news just to find out the place his father had visited had been bombed. But those were small fears. Little fears. The kind that were normal to feel.
