January 15th, 1993 (a few minutes old)
...The world is full of brightness...
... But I understand nothing about it.
My eyes are very sore... they hurt from just using them. My lungs are painful... they hurt me even worse.
There is a pain I do not know in my midsection. I feel something wrap around me. This does not feel right. I need to cry before the pain overwhelms me.
...I am crying...
Something else is holding me.
These hands I know. This is the only thing I know.
These hands belong to the woman who gave me life. She says something I cannot understand. But her voice is soothing. I don't need to cry anymore.
Mama is holding me.
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