But none of them are me, not in the way I want them to be.
I had this idea of who I was. I thought I was selfish, that I was small and unimportant like a coin on the streets. Then I had this grand vision of who I could be: a queen, a diplomat, and a selfless optimist.
I figured that when I found my name, I would realize that I hadn’t changed at all. I would realize I am the same person I have always been.
But I’m not.
I am a thief. I am queen. I am impossible.
I am a lost child of this city, I am family to the Nameless, and I am Coin.
Gently, I fold the scrap of paper and put it away. I am everything this paper says I am.
And I am more.