addendum

You gotta read the post just before this, or this one won't make much sense. Hell, maybe it won't anyway, at least not to anyone but me. I don't care.

Maybe it wasn't just me. Maybe she was angry too. She was invisible too, once. I can remember the stories told about her childhood, how other family members stood out above her, and she was the good girl. Maybe it was her too. Growing up, safety was her main concern. Ironic, right? Maybe that's cause she knew how dangerous people could be. Maybe. I may not ever answer these questions, but knowing to ask, maybe that's what matters most. I see patterns now I didn't before. I see trends and how elements of her life so closely mimic my own. Could be, there's a reason for that. Maybe, locked deep away, she's angry too. Its an interesting thought I hadn't had before that is worthy of further reflection.