Nobody remembers the day when they were born. Maybe we see photos or
videos. But always, the parents tell anecdotes of the day we were born. My
mother also tell me anecdotes of the day I was born.
It was the first day of school after the summer, for my sister. My mum knew
that something was happening in her belly. So she and my father went to, after
they brought my sister to school. She waited a long time in the
pregnancies room. The nurse was very nice, said. My mother was very tired, and
she only wonted to hug me. But the doctors, gave the new born baby to my dad.
And she was angry.
They always remember this moment. And I love when they tell me about
this day.
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