“My older brother gives me ‘sleeping tea’ every night… until one night I pretended to drink it and discovered the secret hidden inside our house.

I crept closer.

Another door.

A metal door with a lock.

Behind it… a room.

Shelves.

Boxes.

Folders.

And…

Photographs.

Photos of my house—but taken from inside.

From angles I had never seen.

Photos of my bedroom.

My bed.

Photos of me.

Sleeping.