Me in my dad’s modified trike.
The back says her name was Jenny. I remember a little girl that liked to copy me and was super competitive. On Christmas she wanted to come over just to see what I received. If there was any jealousy, she would ask for the same thing. Her family liked to see us in happy photos. I don’t remember her being in my life for long.
Look how long my father’s fingers are.
Look how long my legs were.
The photo showing my face after was taken from me and my family by those who did not want me to prove who and I what I truly am.