So I peer into the image. Examining it. Hoping that the more I zoomed in the more I'd recognize who she was. That I’d see a fragment of me in her. But I wasn’t that little girl anymore. And even though I recognized the location and the context of the picture, it all seemed unsettling and foreign. Somewhere along the way I’d lost that version of myself. And the worst part was, not knowing if I was worth finding...