Your family - they're lovely. Very lovely, indeed. They treated me well. They treated me with love. They treated me with care and concern. They treated me like their own daughter. But the question is, who am I to you? That's the only question that bugs the hell out of me. The question I've been wanting to know the answer. Who am I to you? What am I to you? Am I even important? If only I have the courage to ask. If only I could face the fact.
If only.