Life seemed bankrupt. All that I had “known” as a fierce reality crumpled like a papier-mâché tiger in the wind. I felt as if I were becoming all that I was not. All that I had worked to develop, strived to create, came undone. The thread of my life pulled; the story unraveled. And the ones I had despised and disdained were born in me—like another life, yet my life, its mirror image, its invisible twin.
