Some people have jewels in safe deposit boxes. I have a soul in some notebooks.
I was a Tami. A Tami with a Serene tucked carefully just below the surface. Hiding. Waiting to come out.
I was not always called Serene, although it is my legal name. For the first five years of my life I was Tami. This is the name I first heard myself called; it is the name I first learned to write.