This is Katy. The Katy that predates Kate - Kathryn - Ms. O'Rourke, Mrs. Lee, Mrs. Bryson, etc. The one that pre-dates nasty western stereoptypes of girls, and smart, and pretty, and capable, and feminine. The one who essentially knew her world, and strode into with abandon. [Albeit in a very safe loving environment.]
Hers is the voice that calls to me through it all. All of 9 years old, a free spirit, living in a far off land, able to befriend new people, find comfort in strange things, talk to anyone. She knows of travel, love, earthquakes, heartbreak, otherness. But throughout it all, an inner voice keeps her strong. This, my dear people, is the Katy who will pull me through.