Not long ago, my mom asked me who I am. I’m starting to think I know. You see, I’m headstrong (and petty) like Grandma. I’m creative like Granddaddy. If that’s what you can call what he is, but yeah, I’m that. I speak my mind like Mom. I might be as strong as her, too. I care so much that it hurts. Like Trey. I’m like my dad in a lot of ways, even if I’m not him. And although Kayla isn’t family (yet), maybe she’s a glimpse at who I could be. If I’m nothing else, I’m them, and they’re me. That’s more than enough.
