Part 2
I'm not quite sure how to start a story that has pledged my family for 3 generations, so forgive me if I seem to bounce all over the place. My part of this story begins when I was 4-5 years old. I am taken care of by my grandparents, they live in a cute, modest home in California. This home has a beautiful pool, this pool becomes my sanctuary. To this day, I am still drawn to water. This pool is where my abilities started. I remember a man who would always visit me when I was swimming. The first time I saw him I was roughly 4 or 5. I was swimming underwater and saw legs and feet dangling in the pool like someone was sitting at the edge with their feet in the water. For some reason, this person still had their shoes on. Shiny black shoes, the kind people wear when they're getting dressed up. I don't remember talking with him that day, but I saw those shoes often.
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Family trees have twists and turns, branches that bend and break, but it is in the complexity of their growth that the true beauty and resilience of a family's story is revealed.
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Gertrud Kolmar, from Dark Soliloquy: The Selected Poems; "The Unicorn,"
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People these days
spend most of their time showing
who they are not
and the rest of their time hiding
who they really are.
— 12/09/22, anastasiasyah
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The Palm Beach Post, Florida, November 30, 1942
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