Since I was a child I would fear the ocean. What it stood for. It scared me dumb. My nightmares about tsunamis are always vivid.
I was two-almost-three months premature.
My mother leaked the story to Chengyeng last weekend. And revealed a few facts I didn't know.
What was most important was she didn't know what to do when her water broke. Plus I was a few months early. So she waited a day or two to go to the hospital.
The doctors said it was a miracle that the pruned baby was alive.
Chengyeng said, "This explains a lot." And laughed. It was one of those awful laughs like when she went through my baby pictures. Which were followed with lines like "you looked like a kid that would,".
I guess I should fear intimacy too now.
I will bother her in her sleep now.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
I'm afraid of depth
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*shakes keys in front of your face*
Who's a prune baby? Who's a prune baby? Yeah you are! Yeah you ARE!
I love hearing baby stories about my friends.
Nice piece. Great 'size'.
If you rotate
the last two "nows" to the
front of the line, the reading
changes from "repeat-accident" to
"rhetorical-flourish". I think you
intend the latter.
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