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  • Who am I? When you strip everything away; things like my mom's dashed hopes and dreams for me, the disappointed wedding books spread across her house, my dad who thinks I should be a politician, to which I keep having to remind myself not to be offended, my extended family, goading me with their "Why don't you tell us what you think about this bible passage, Brooke?" Take away my family expectations, my history, the masks I used to wear...all of the things outside of "me", and who is left? I'm not sure yet. "Me" is unfolding slowly in bits and pieces. Today, for instance, I can say unequivocally that Brooke likes homemade toast. With butter. Simple and perfect.
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