Dec. 22 & The Not Knowing
The Not Knowing had driven me to ask strangers in the street if they’d ever relinquished a child, to ask my mother if I looked like this girl or that, to weave a magical fantasy that my older female cousin was actually my mother, to take a 23 and Me test to make sure I didn’t have the BRACA breast cancer gene lurking in my DNA.
The Not Knowing had driven me to the depths of many things.
