At approximately 6:30 AM on the fifth of September in nineteen ninety-nine, my mother’s water broke. I will just assume my father was super excited even though he was dead asleep and my mother had to drive herself to the hospital. Though it’s somewhat hard for a pregnant woman to dress, and despite the fact she was in pain, she arrived at Jackson Hospital at seven. She refused to call my father to let him know she was at the hospital. She instead called her mother and sister, who were at church. but even so, he woke up and rushed to the hospital to take part in the birth. At 12:04 in the afternoon, a nine pound, eight ounce baby was born, and suddenly, I became me. I was a bossy baby and I was rather particular about things. I wanted things
