Birthday Things

Cupcakes, C-sections and all.

I don’t know the story of the day I was born. Well, most of it. I know there was a C-Section. I know how much my mother wanted a girl. I know my dad took a Valium that made him hilarious in the delivery room, saying to the doctor upon said C-section, “Wow, just like a butcher!” It was a story my mother told for years, always laughing. There’s a photo al…