me me.’ ”
My mom thought having a
child was going to be like having a
partner, but every child is born the
center of its own universe,
incapable of understanding the
world beyond its own wants and
needs, and I was no different. I was
a voracious kid. I consumed boxes
of books and wanted more, more,
more. I ate like a pig. The way I ate
I should have been obese. At a
certain point the family thought I
had worms. Whenever I went to my
cousins’ house for the holidays, my
mom would drop me off with a bag
of tomatoes, onions, and potatoes