Years ago I wrote how truth is anything but beautiful and how the deep well of an innocent child's broken, bruised, and neglected heart is seldom untruthful. I'm not penning victimhood. I take full responsibility for the choices I made after I was released from under my parents' broken wings. But I do hold them accountable for my early years: the foundational part of my life that influenced and shaped my young mind. I wish they would have given me...