When I moved to the United States as teenager, I left my previous life behind.   I did not think about it, did not talk about it, and did not think that I would feel compelled to.   But in 2004, my son was born.   By then, I had surrounded myself with friends and love, when earlier in my life I felt mostly alone and abandoned.   I found myself relatively successful professionally, using the financial security that it provided to mask that I grew up without means, often wearing tattered, stained