I was not born curious or interesting. I was born normal until life started happening. Of my early years I don’t remember much. It was a period probably of happiness. I only remember since I knew pain and loneliness. That was my defining moment. The moment when I was abandoned and lonely. The loneliness knew not articulation for a long time. And my history did not take shape until I flew out of the country. That journey brought me home, not to motherland but to mother.