Did you always know what you were meant be? Every now and then, it hits me, that even though I was so painfully introverted I could pass as a mute when I was a child, I always had a lot to say. And maybe the proof is in all the times I was punished for talking back. The other day, I was having a conversation with my mom. We were just reminiscing about my childhood and how she used to call me “malcriada” in Spanish because I never shut up when asked to. All my siblings knew better, but I always had to get that last word out. Whenever I…