A must read for anyone who has ever asked the question "Who am I?" The author brings her reader through pages of intense personal and interpersonal questions with incredible character development throughout the whole book while intertwining a fascinating story of family, friends, trust,betrayal, abandonment, doubt, love, pain; capturing all the emotions every one of us has experienced. The author held my interest all the way through to the last page, not afraid of exposing truth.The ending; a surprise; a twist worth it's wait. Kudos to Laura. --~Angie Corbett-Kuiper, The YOUniverse Coach, LLC
From the Author
The steamy mist parted as I made my way to the mirror.The question was vibrating in my mind as I moved closer and closer to the mirror causing emotions to stir, a mixture of dread and anticipation churning inside my stomach just like the haze that was swirling around me. I could smell the sweet scent of citrus floating in the air as I saw my form appear in the mirror. I was a stranger looking back at me. I took a deep breath letting the refreshing scent fill my lungs hoping that the scent would wash away my darkness. I swallowed before slowly letting my breath out and asking the question - Who am I?
The steam from the shower surrounded me touching my skin like a forgotten kiss. I continued to stare into the dark pupils that were glaring back at me, my long brown hair hanging in damp strands around my oval face. I moved closer to the mirror hoping that if I stared long enough I would see that the answer was always there.I just needed to look a little deeper, a little harder. I took another deep breath before asking the question again.
"Who am I?" This time desperation was in my voice. Blank almost lifeless eyes continued to look back at me. I had to wonder if they were mocking me. I looked deeper into the eyes patiently waiting for the answer to explode like a series of fireworks. Yet every morning it was the same - silence.
The only sound was my breathing, steady at first but soon increasing with the hope that today might be the day. Who was that person staring back at me? The question was always swirling in my mind sometimes making me dizzy, most of the time the question was just an endless hum.
A pit of disappointment in the center of my heart expanded. Why do I continue with this sad ritual I thought? I pushed myself away from the mirror with a heavy sigh thinking that maybe tomorrow I would get an answer. I dragged myself back to the bedroom my shoulders slumped and my heart heavy. I slide my body back into the security of my bed pulling the covers over my head to block out the morning light that was trying to break through letting me know that it was the start of a new day. Maybe if I sank deeper into my covers I could escape the loneliness and guilt that surrounded me. The one person who could give me some glimmer of an answer to my question was gone. I cried myself back to sleep knowing that she would never return.