Tell it Outloud

I want you tell you the story of a game. A game we played. Me and The Father. A game I did not want to play. A game he made up. A game he forced on me. A game I learned. The game I won.
I want to tell it to you differently from all the times I told to other people. I want to tell it to you in a different way from the times I told to my nicest elementary school teacher, to my college psychologist, to the boy I liked, to the man I loved, to my best friend's father who was nice to me, to the neighbor lady who always asked. I want to tell it the way I always wanted, I always dreamed.
I want to tell it to you outloud.
I want to tell it to you like you asked, in the way mother never did.