My ears hear what others cannot hear; small
faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are
the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed.
Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I'm not formed by things that are
of myself alone. I wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse, and
shoes which are from my uncle.
This is me.
Just as a flower does not choose its
color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize
this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.
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