If a home is where we become. What happens when we don’t fit?

I am commenting on my family home videos. An archive that holds memories I no longer know except in the way I move, in the way I am. With a family that represents something I could never become, I ask questions to my parents about how they raised us.

My research starts with the videos that are left from my childhood. By questioning what I was given I can make sense of my inner child. A baby raised a girl, who never grew up to become a woman. I begin to understand what didn't fit right.

What didn't fit right was woman.
What didn't fit right was straightness.

So I begin a conversation with my parents, asking the questions I wish I could ask them.

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