Being Awakened changes you, they say. Can't have that. Here's what I need to remember: My father's side of the family. My sisters. My nephews. Baked fruit. Playing the lute, harp, and mariner's horn. The coarse softness of a lion cub's fur. Cool sand in the shade of a tree. Cold mint tea with extra ice. Tending plants—succulents are my favorite. The sound grain makes pouring out of a sack. Shaved ice with sugar syrup. My favorite color is green—true, pull-no-punches green. I used to sing, but something happened. It's better if I don't remember that part.