Every now and then, someone pops into my radar and reminds me of myself. They are like a total reflection of me, but I only realize it after a few moments. 

In the beginning, when I first hear their story, I’m cheering them on. After some more, I say in my head, “Me, too.” And then the stories keep coming, and I can’t stop laughing because their woes have been mine, and it’s funny now, after getting over them, but it wasn’t then!

It’s lovely to see others like me, who don’t ordinarily fit the typical mold of mothers, females, brown people. We are extra-ordinary.