That I was a burden on everyone's shoulders. I started to doubt whether my parents really cared about me. Due to the conflict between my aunt and my mother, I started having trust issues. Every time my parents showed me affection, I hesitated. Eventually, I lost trust in my parents. When I was nine years old, I slowly began to realize that my aunt exaggerated excessively during the discussion and that my parents' affection had been honest and sincere. I can'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 suppose that because I spent so much 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 problems. I became very cautious about who I would open up to. As a result, I became very shy and