It was my birth name. I was baptized twice as if I had two identities. Like you could split the mind.
Meaning, I am Jessica. I also am Marie-Josée.
Day 1
August 6, 1992
I was born surrendered with a biological mother who left me behind. I'm not sad. It's just the way I am.
Day 2
August 8, 1992
I got in the orphanage like Harry Potter got in Hogwarts, before even knowing it.
Week 22
January 22, 1993
At 20 months old, I'm getting ready to travel 10,500 km with my very first passport. As they say, new year, new me.
Month 06
February 17, 1993
Welcome to Québec. Truth is, I only looked at the guide in 2024. A metro map of Montréal was inside — not exactly meant for a six-month-old immigrant baby.
4 years old
December 2, 1996
I'm now officially Marie-Josée on paper. My lifelong Canadian citizenship card. Naturalized at four years old — and somehow still making that same smile.
24 years old
May 4, 2016
Still a naturalized Canadian, but clearly having a Britney moment.
32 years old
April 24, 2025
Reacquisition of Filipino citizenship. It literally took 45 minutes at the Philippine Consulate — and just like that, I was called Jessica again.
Là où les identités ne sont ni effacées, ni pleinement assumées. Mon esprit se souvient de choses que ma corps a enterrées. Les noms qu’on m’a donnés sont des versions de moi que je ne connais pas.