June 2, 2011
I am about to turn on the vacuum in my parents room
But then, my mom’s antique dresser mirror catches my eye
I look at myself
And ask the one question which has been used for about 2,000 years.
Who am I?

I am a reader
I am a comedian
I am a chocoholic
I am a modern miracle
But most of all I am a family man.

As I look in the mirror again,
I realize that I am unique
They thought I was going to die
But I still am here
I am a lot of things

I am me
Even though I might not know what me means.

I still am.

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