Me, a Héctor Rivera kin: All my friends who have a kin have some sort of past memories, why not me? I guess I'm faking it?
My brain: When you were a small child you had an irrational fear of your foods and drinks being poisoned. You were five. Where would you have gotten it from? You always wanted to hold the teacher's guitar and got sad because you couldn't play? You named your first baby doll Coco? You refer to stuff you can't name as "thingy" ever since you can remember? You like to go barefoot? You have a gold filling in your tooth? You like goatees, long eyelashes and lanky tall guys?
Me: *sips coffee* Interesting. I'm definitely faking it.













