Somewhere in your life there might be an adult who gets you — really gets you. Not the loudest version, not the version you perform, but the actual you. Maybe a grandparent, a teacher, a coach, an aunt, a family friend. Someone who noticed something true about you that you weren't sure anyone could see, and treated it like it mattered. They didn't try to change you into someone easier or cooler. They just seemed to recognise who you already are — and to think that person was worth knowing. After a whole book about masks, labels, and the pressure to be someone you're not, here's the question worth ending on: who makes it easiest to be the real you — and how do you become that person for someone else?