그녀는 거울을 들고 제가 되고 싶은 사람, 제가 살고 싶은 세상을 처음으로 비춰주었어요. 저는 그녀와 함께 있을 때 이상적이었어요. 어머니는 제 집이자 쉼터였고, 어머니의 피부가 뼈 위로 접히는 방식은 아버지가 어린 소녀였던 저를 안아주던 방식이었어요.

She held a mirror up and it reflected the person that I wanted to be and the world that I wanted to live in for the first time. I was ideal when I was with her. She was my house, my shelter, the way her skin folded over her bones was the way my father was supposed to tuck me in as a baby girl.