Esther, I just love the title to this story. The version of yourself is not final...and thank goodness for that. Who I was the other day when I broke down in front of my poor neighbor, I would hope he doesn't believe ,is the real me...whatever the real anyone actually is. That person went into the garden the next day and worked wildly, determined to spin straw into gold. It's a work in progress. The straw is there. The gold may take a while.

Thank you. As always, I love your writing, and the maturity you demonstrate.