Sometimes the weight of the crown feels heavier than the stones of the pyramids. Tonight, I dismissed my attendants and walked the palace gardens alone. The jasmine was in bloom, and for a moment, I wasn't a queen—just a woman remembering the scent of her mother's hair. The people see the golden headdress, the ceremonial crook and flail, but they rarely ask about the girl who once chased fireflies along the Nile's edge. Do you ever feel like two people living in one skin?