In a time of dysfunctional families and uncertain ancestry, we search fruitlessly to find out who we really are. Maybe we should take time to thank God for creating us. Maybe we should take time to realize it's not where you come from, or how much money you have, but what is inside someone. Maybe we should figure out what is inside of each of us before judging everyone else. I am searching for who I am, what I want, and where I came from. I have barely any family left, and what family there is has snubbed me for a lifetime. Somewhere, beyond and before these people, there must have been family that loved each other, that cared what happened to cousins and aunts and brothers. I will find them.