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George never let it show, but his past haunted him.
He never told the others about it, even when they pleaded. No. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell them. Rather, he couldn’t bring himself to, for he had been through things that the others should be spared from.
He remembered next to nothing about his parents, other than they were slaves. He remembered having to walk 10 miles to get to school as African-Americans like him were not allowed to go to the public school in his city. Occasionally, he would have auditory flashbacks to witnessing someone like him get killed by whites.
Screaming in pain and agony, the sound of attacks, and trailing footsteps before a thump of the body on the ground. Dead.
He was lucky that he had a team that understood each other intimately, that were more like a family to him. And even if he never told them about his past, they still loved him as their leader, as George.
For now, he hoped that if he told them about his past, they would still love him the same. And that was enough.