Names carry weight. I learned that before I could spell my own.

I was born Rufus. My grandmother decided I would be Frank. That decision, made before I had a say, taught me something I didn’t understand until much later: identity is shaped long before we choose it for ourselves.

In my life, every uniform I wore, every oath I took, and every responsibility I carried traced back to that moment. A name was given, and with it, an expectation. Home Sweet Home begins there because that is where my journey truly started.