I last updated this page in 2012. Seeing it still up, I was about to delete it, this outdated representation of me (was it ever accurate?). But then, I became curious about the me who had made this page, and the other “family” ones, too. Why did she leave out the refugee years or mention asylum? Why did she choose those photos, those moments, to create the sensation of a makeshift family? I couldn’t delete it: the happy, naive voice of my 33 year old self.
