"You say" - Albert adds and then pauses to think - "that you'll grow up to be nobody. But logically . . . if nobody's perfect . . . well then, you must be perfect."
"Perfect? Me? Uh . . . no," I say.
"You are pretty perfect, Ally," Keisha says, laughing. "Do like Mr. Daniels says. Be yourself. Be who you are."
"You know," Albert says, "I've wondered about that saying. And I can't ever find an answer anywhere on the Internet."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"'Be yourself.' You always hear that."
"So?" Keisha asks.
"Well," Albert begins, "what if you don't know who you are?"
I get what he means, I think.
Fish in a Tree, P183
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
ISBN 978-0-399-16259-6
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