I assume I introduced myself as a little fairy or guardian angel with glasses. Although my efforts to do good usually fail, my motives are sincere. In 1969, I had brown hair and twisted braids every day, and there was a checkered sweater in my closet, which was always paired with a pastel-colored blouse that had a delicate Peter Pan collar. I wear brown sunglasses to fix my amblyopia and the left lens feels thicker than the right. I am a work.