Who am I, you ask? I am made from all the people I’ve encountered and all the things I have experienced. Inside, I hold the laughter of my friends, the arguments with my parents, the chattering of young children, the warmth of kind strangers and the bright night time stars. Inside, there are stitching from cracked hearts, bitter words from heated arguments, music that gets me through and emotions I cannot convey. I am made from all these people, these moments and the universe. That is who I am.
Who Am I, you ask?