Born On The 29/9/1992.I never had a real mother and father. I was born behind a bin in the back streets of the slums. They didn't want me, I was abandoned on the middle of the road. It just so happened that in the middle of a high speed persuit, a police officer saw a little bundle on the road. In a split second, he slammed on the breaks. Coming to within centimetres of certain death, I survived. Little did I know that he would become my new father...him and his boyfriend.

I was adopted by a couple of gay police men. My life was very odd...none of the usual mother-father relationship dramas. Instead all they were concerned over was whether their hip pants made their bottom stand out, or whether the drapes over the kitchen sink were suitable. My fathers kissing seemed natural to me, but it seemed like all other men were kissing woman. I was confused. It wasn't until the age of twelve that I understood...

My parents were gay. This was shock to me, an excersis from society as my family was stranded in the middle of a feud of discrimination between them and the world. Two gay police officers, but that only made me respect them further. Their dedication to the workforce and their persistence despite discrimination against their sexuality. As I went through school, I grew up with the idea in my mind that everyone is the same. I was never gay myself.

At the age of eighteen I finish school and got engaged to my highschool girlfriend. My parents looked down on my relationship, for obvious reasons. But they supported me through thick and thin.I Wanted to join the police college, with high praise from my parents.