Maybe it is a trick of the light, maybe it is the beautiful scarf, but I feel like I look wiser, like someone I would ask for advice, not someone asking for it. You are a woman, Jude, Mama says, her voice equal parts awe and admiration. I am looking into the mirror at the image of me that I do not recognize. A stranger who I will get to know. A stranger who I am excited to meet.
