Me

My mother tells me I am exactly like she was when she was younger – at least three of my ex-boyfriends think so too.

My father's friends think I am the reincarnation of him, an extension of him, exactly like him.

My lawyer thinks my father’s spirit has entered my body, for the decisions I take and choices I make.

My father’s sister tells me I remind here of herself when she was younger - she was called a firebrand back then.

My father’s mother’s best friend, during her lifetime insisted to me that I was exactly like my grandmother – my features, my eyes, the way I carried myself – she kept referring to my grandmother as my mother no matter how many times I reminded her of the difference. She was senile, of course.

I once walked up to my father’s brother and informed him that he could never defeat me, because I had his blood running in my veins, only, with age on my side. I even went so far as to predict his every move with the sole reasoning that I knew exactly how his mind works, because I am him, just younger.

I am just a vengeful, cautious young girl. I belong to no one or nowhere or nothing. And nowhere or no one or nothing belongs to me.