28 August 2008

Dispatch From the Nostalgia Files

Tucked away in the box of my school records, notes passed in class, and scripts from high school plays, I found this:

What is it, exactly?

It's the focal point my sister made for our mom to concentrate on while she went through her series of lamaze breathing exercises.

That's right. We're talking memories from the moments (well, hours) of my birth.

I love its echoes of Piet Mondrian (go sis!). I love the discovery that mom's dream of having a boy didn't end with my sister.

Also, I love that this scrap of paper has managed to last as long as me.

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