Story of My Life

Birth

Dedicated to Aimee, you awesome writer and friend! I WUV YOU. :) But I don't know if you're still logging into the account that I dedicated this to...oh, well. X3

On July 9, 1999...I WAS BORN. I know, I know. Duh. But nobody knows the...uh, story of my, er, birth...event...so, yeah. My parents and older brother (I'm only younger by barely a year) were sitting at home, and well, Mom realized she was about to give birth. Simple as that. Dad drove to the hospital, and yeah. Soon, Lisa and Carly were born. Baby twin girls. Apparently, we were adorable. I've seen pictures, and, well, yeah...I have to agree. But aren't most newborns really cute? No matter. That's not the point. I need to stop getting sidetracked.

So, overall, you might find my whole little birth story boring. Well, guess what? It wasn't. Because right after Carly and I went home, Chucky had a heart attack. Well...not literally. As a matter of fact, he was one-hundred percent okay. It's more of an exaggeration/Conto family metaphor thing. See, Chucky may be an older brother, but not by much. He was born in February. Year before me, though. Even though that's not the point, it's important. Just like the actual event of baby Chucky's "heart attack" story. Which you'll either find cheesy or adorable. Possibly both.

Even though it's not directly related to my birth, I already mentioned it, so I'm telling you about that little incident, shouldn't I?

We had just come through the door. As the story goes, Mom was holding me, Dad was holding Carly, and my grandma was holding Chucky. Chucky was awake and hungry, and, according to the story my parents have told me, Carly and I were sleeping like baby dolls. Pretty much normal. Dad went to get some baby food or a bottle or whatever year-and-some-months-olds eat (drink?) to satisfy the hunger. He started to feed Chucky, then all the sudden, my brother SCREAMED. No one knew what was going on. My mom almost dropped me, because apparently the cry had startled her. She gave me to my grandma, and set Carly down on the couch Gran was sitting on. (Or maybe it was a huge chair. I don't know exactly, and I'm too lazy to ask. It's trivial anyway. Not exactly important.) The adults were trying to figure out if it had been a shout of pain, beginning of crying for a new diaper, or what. Then he started coughing and said, "Hiha." (He pronounced it HEE-huh.) We didn't know what it was. Probably just little baby gurgles. But......

Let's skip ahead a few months, to his birthday. He hugged me and Carly, then said "Hiha," again. Everyone was confused. We didn't find out what he meant until he was like four.

Sister.

Sooo...that was the (short >.<) chapter! More about Chucky than me, but oh well. You probably don't get the "heart attack" thingy. It's sorta like an inside joke. Obviously no where near a real heart attack. And yeah, we realize that younger Chucky didn't mean "sister", but who cares. That event is the reason I believe in coincidences. So I need to put it in here. AND YES IT IS TRUE. I WOULD NOT LIE IN AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY.

~Lisa