It occurred to me that every stick of furniture in my home, every knick knack, every item in my medicine cabinet, every canned good in my pantry, every book on a shelf, every beverage in my fridge and every technology piece in my home required a decision. Every last item has a back story. Every last one. How fun would it be to unwrap those stories and to share what shapes me.
I do not remember her name but I do remember what she represented.
She was 12 years old.
I was 27.
It was the late eighties.
I was living on the Indian sub-continent.