The boy who would
My mom took an apartment in a four-family house at the end of a sleepy suburban street that had seen better days. I was 9 going on 10 at the time but I didn’t look that old. In fact, as many people took me for a girl as recognized that I was actually a boy. I have blue eyes and full lips with a slight build that is more feminine than masculine. My honey-colored hair grew quickly and my mom thought it was so cute for me to have long hair almost touching my shoulders. I actually looked like what many people took me to be, a pretty little girl. My name Bobby didn’t resolve anyone’s doubts. We moved in just after the school term ended and I didn’t have any friends in the new …