Sometimes we can’t help what we hear, but the Chinese call it : 偷聽 tou (steal) ting (hear) and I am guilty of it. I’ve been stealing by ear from the time I could make meaning of the spoken word. Adults have no idea what thieves children can be.
So I heard the adults tell of how I was given away and how they had to take me back. They didn’t see me; I ‘d disappeared into the walls, a creepy habit they accused me of whenever I emerged and made everyone jump out of their skin. I nurtured what I’d stolen and replay the story again and again, so I never forget. The first story of my life shaped the story for the rest of my life.