a few glimpses into patriarchal standpoints that subtly remind of absent narratives. Sometimes autobiography is the hardest to reflect on and critique-- when do the judgments of story end and person begin? Because here I would like to judge the storytelling, but not the life or indeed the choices. But I will dwell on the choices-- uncomfortably, the way few books force you to confront ideas like the justifiable selfishness of survival and different ways to manifest strength.