Look at her. When I first learned she was on the island, I saw in my mind a five-year-old child hiding behind her mother's dress. Then I saw her. I realized she's a woman. It's like she's some sort of clock that's finally struck its chime and woken me from this dream we've been living, reminded me how many years separate me from a world I still think of as home. How unrecognizable the woman I am now would be to the woman I was then.