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A baby’s story

Strange as it seems, not one breath did I take in the beginning of my days.

A strange orange glow in a liquid-filled environment and voices, always keeping me awake. I am inside of the one with the gentle voice and I feel safe here. I do not want to come out, I am afraid they might hurt me.

But I knew the day was near for me, people touching and pushing on me, and I was getting pretty cramped up in here now.

All of the sudden “Pow!” And the liquid was gone, oh no. I thought, I’ll die without my liquid.

As the skin-like sack slowly collapses around me, and my head is being crushed, and my face smashed, I thought, “Well I guess I died.”

And I hear a gentle voice say, “hey poopy.” After taking my first breath of air, I opened my eyes, and she said, “Hi it’s Mommy.”

And I remembered. And I smiled and thought it’s gonna be a nice day.

Happy Mother’s Day.

T.J. Slack

Grass Valley

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