question plagued me whenever I looked at
photos of myself as a child. Rapt with curios-
ity, I would stare at a face so familiar and yet
so utterly foreign to me. The bone structure,
the hair color, the clothes I wore--those
things I recognized. But the twinkling eyes,
the confident stance, the overall glow of
innocence--surely these qualities belonged
to someone else entirely. But who was she?
And where did she go?