Who Is This Stranger in the House — Why, It’s Me

So happy to meet you at last

Empty room? (Source: Toa Heftiba on Unsplash)

We met seventy years ago, but over time we drifted apart, separated by delusion and illusion until we no longer knew each other.

We listened to what the grown-ups told us as kids — whether true or not — and believed them because big people have to be right.