Unlike my sister, I was what everybody called a tomboy. I would never wear skirts or pink clothing. I had a loud voice. I spent most of my childhood acting wild. Of all the fun childhood activities, my favorite was hide-and-seek.

    If roses are red and violets are blue, then I’d be playing hide-and-seek. You name any place, and I’ve played there.

    I played hide-and-seek until I graduated from high school. I was “hiding” while my classmates prepared rigorously for their tests, and “seeking” when they diligently volunteered at local hospitals.

    Just as any other aunt would, my aunt asked me what I wanted to be. There was a tense silence. I didn’t know the answer. For quite a long while, I felt depressed, and this dilemma put a stop to hide-and-seek. I spent sleepless nights wondering if I would ever find out what I was going to be.

    I do not clearly remember why, but eventually, I resumed my long paused game of hide-and-seek. That game could have been just like any other I played, but I had a special realization that my whole life could be a game of hide-and-seek to find who I am and to know what I want to be.

    Now, a year after that realization, I still haven’t found definitive answers to these questions, but I know I will.