month or a little bit of than that with an out of one of the most of what i or our adoption of enrique viet taught us what is this? i was almost 23 years old. when i read that request, i immediately thought of this time when i was 8 years old. and playing with my cousins, who told me that my family didn't love me because they got me from the street. it was in my adopted grandmother's kitchen. they scolded my cousins and i shoved that to the back of my mind. i was 8 years old. i never asked or thought about it. you know them and then maybe with it ever. oh, don't you know what? oh, he may be no more for that. i'm alone up in it. i remembered the brown of my grandmother's old saucepans. 2 the grease that saturated the old kitchen, the blue tiles, me sitting on the marble and my cousin saying without malice. they got you from the street. and me crying. my mom was sleeping. my dad was in the hospital. i went to the bathroom mirror and looked at myself. the 1st feeling that came up was who are you? really? i'm me. i looked for my identity in the mirror. i said to myself, adopted. then i said, im