When I was little, my mother and my favorite cousin both called me selfish at different times. I didn’t know why they thought that, and it hurt to hear it from them. I had always tried to show them that I deserved their love, that I would be good to them. Now I can see that when we are struggling to survive, a lot of things look selfish from the outside—we cling to the things that we believe are keeping us alive, and there is
