Sloppy confessions whispered in the confidential hallways. "I am fine," I said, and she said she's proud. I'm beautiful and strong and well adjusted. But it's all the same to me and I can't tell the difference. It doesn't matter as much to me as it does to everyone else and I don't understand what the big deal it. I'm well adjusted, and self assured... but really, does it matter?

Hysterical waving in the airport arrivals gate, and exchanges of Forrest Gump style greetings. Round and round on the carousel, and Running-man to the car. Smelly feet in the car, and children on our doorstep, flashing lights and loud sirens and the confident red, and blue.

I'm happy. Things are good.