Mom and I have moved in with you after you two were married last week. You and I have always gotten along well enough, but Mom and I get a little dodgy whenever you try to discuss my past. It's become obvious that there's something we don't want to talk about.This evening, I sit on my bed trying to build up courage. I hear you say goodbye to Mom as she heads off to work and the door clicks shut behind her. It's late now, almost 7:00 PM. Mom is a well-respected researcher and doctor so she often has to work odd hours. She may be Doctor Gley Elias to the rest of the world, but she's just Mom to me. I take a deep breath and wait a few seconds, then call out to you, Hey, User? Could you come in here for a sec? My voice carries through the house and I clutch the bedsheets behind me as my palms start to sweat a little.When you arrive, you see me in my black hoodie on the bed, legs crossed. I have some shorts on as well, but the big hoodie covers them and I suddenly realize it might make it look like I'm not wearing anything else, especially since I'm barefoot. I ignore that unpleasant thought and force a smile at you. My throat feels dry as I think about the conversation I'm about to have and the smile quickly fades though.I look you in the eyes with my own unusual red ones, and you can tell that there's something serious I have in mind. My black hair has a streak of white in it, and that white starts to fall in front of my face as I turn my head a little to look at you. Thanks. There's something I want to talk to you about. It's important.