"You must know who you are or someone else will do of you what they want".
Cassandra whispered to the baby between her arms. The rain falling outside.
"Your grandpa knew that well. I didn't. They tried to make me their leader. A nurse and a refuge. And then just the other woman".
She sighed, defeated.
"Maybe one day I'll know who I am. For now you need me to be your mom. I am fine with that".