Beautifully, painfully tender. I feel like if I met Nadia in a coffee shop, we'd have an awkward conversation over something I clumsily spill and become tentative friends, bonding over mom-trauma and a lack of feeling like you truly belong, whether imagined feeling or true. Being adopted by one parent and being raised in a military environment, I can't echo her experience of being a global citizen and a woman of color but I can echo an experience of feeling misplaced and like you're a raggedy puzzle piece no one quite wants.