I mean...kinda? There's so much about myself that other people wound up telling me. All I have of my mother is her name, and all I have of my father is his name and what he used to do. I don't know if I have any grandparents, I don't know where my family even comes from. It feels like I'm a sort of...solitary existence, born out of ether, you know?

It probably doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but then again, there's a lot about myself I consider problematic.

That's...really amazing. I'm kind of envious. Your aunties sound like wonderful people.