Break the Silence

Pedro Perez Uncategorized

One crisp afternoon in October 1986, after working the overnight shift as a New York State Trooper, I awakened to my six-year-old daughter crying.  Hugging her, I asked. “Baby, what’s wrong?” “Kids at school teased me about my name.” “What did they say?” I asked. Shaking, she explained, they said her name meant her back was wet. I knew immediately …