"You realize that you have been photoshopped into all of your family's photos"

First, I imagined that I was a ghost for a brief moment until I realized that I did not know this family at all. I didn't even know myself. How did I get here? And whose house was this?

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and looked inside to find the woman in the pictures who was my "mother". She smiled and asked if I wanted breakfast holding out a cast iron skillet steaming and pouring out luxurious smells. I looked down and in her pan were all my favorite foods. Eggs, sweet potato, onions...and a finger. "Whose fucking finger is that?!?!?!" my brain rattled off as I slowly looked down.

It was mine.