who are you?

“Who are you?” she asked. “I don’t know.” I replied. In that moment, my response was true. I couldn’t think of anything. What defines me? I didn’t know then, and months later I’m still not sure of it.

I. Son, grandson, brother. Friend. That’s a start.

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