Forgetting You But Not The Time || Real Life

September 1979

The day I was born. This day started the long, disappointing road that was my life. I don't remember much of this day but the one thing I remember was the cold, bright hospital room and being placed on my mother's chest and taking to her warmth immediately. This all happened on September 23rd 1979. The day after I was born my parents brought me home to my 5 older siblings. 3 sisters and 2 brothers. I couldn't speak yet or do much of anything but I could retain information. Every single person in that house had to hold me that day, and me being a 1 day old baby, it was exhausting. My brother Spencer was the first to hold me, he was only 4 at the time. I was then passed to Olivia also 4 years old, then to Charlotte at 6, to Dexter at 5, and finally to Ava who was 8. I was starting to feel hungry and couldn't get anything out but a loud cry. My mother took me back and began to feed me. Nothing about this was actually clear to me, my mother told me all of this a long time ago on my wedding day.