I still become slightly edited before I fully notice

Dear Delyara, That is how history lives in the body. Not always through obvious pain. Sometimes through small edits. Softer truth. Shorter answers. Careful tone. Less spontaneity. Less directness. Less of the exact self I was outside the room ten minutes earlier. By the time I notice, I am already partly translated. That is one of the things family still costs me. Even when love is present.