Last night I began writing my earliest memories. As I was writing about the confusion and jealousy I experienced growing up as I saw my brother treated the way I should have been, I started sobbing uncontrollably. It caught me completely off guard and I am stunned by that. I simply didn’t realize the pain and sadness I must have been harboring all this time. Of course, I remember how unhappy I was, and how I prayed every night that I would wake up a boy, and all that – I just didn’t know I still carried some of that around with me NOW.