Laurel Lynette

Laurel Lynette

My mother once told me that after my older brother was born, they were hoping to have a girl.  When my mother was pregnant with me, they went as far as coming up with a name for the child they thought she would be.  Her name was Laurel Lynette.  

At first I thought the idea was weird and vaguely disturbing, a female version of me from an alternate life or some other reality.  Later I thought of her as another me, a component of who I am. Maybe she was why I was a feminist or liked the color pink.  

Now I am starting to think that she is actually me.  That we are the same. Or that I am becoming her.