I look down at my hands and keep quiet. "You know when I was 13, I participated in a baking competition. It was just a friendly, fun activity at school. I wasn't even competitive, I just wanted to have fun. I remember, I stepped inside the basketball court and literally all of the people in the competition were girls. I didn't mind, until the other boys started teasing me." I look up at him slightly curious.
"They told me how I was going to be shitty at it. How I'm going to make a mess of myself. How I can't ever compete with girls in a baking competition. It affected me, pretty badly. I ran away and hid inside the washroom for four hours. When the school was over, Daniel, my brother came to pick me up. He asked me how the competition went. And I started crying."
A small smile graces his
