When I was barely two,

I attended my great grandmother's fifth death anniversary memorial. While this whole ceremony was going on, I started wailing loudly, and didn't stop till the whole thing ended. My mother tells me that my grandfather then took me in his arms, kissed my forehead and said, " I believe that this is my mother, reincarnated." He was probably joking, but perhaps it is true. Perhaps we do come back to reconnect with our families, our loved ones. I am an "old soul"-I feel like I am in my forties sometimes. My eyes are full of understanding and a certain pain. My face reveals that I have been through a lot and my smiles are often full of sadness.

I'd like to come back as a bird after I die. I'd swoop in and take a dump on people who did me wrong. I'd fly in circles around those who loved me as a human and hope that I'd see them happy.