My family seems to be perfect from the outside looking in. We have the big house, the money for things, the million-dollar-smiles. But nothing is ever as it seems. We're plastic. We're fake. So fake, that we hide the little things about us, like our flaws and our mistakes. One question burns in my brain. What would happen if someone found out those secrets? If they discovered what we hide behind our curtains? What if we were exposed for who we truly are?