Birth of Brother: Exact Memories
It interested me later that my
memory of this was so exact, so it is surely is a major event in the life of a child. My life was to change, a shared
bedroom, sharing all the attention of my mother and father. Also, I hoped for a baby
sister, one that I could make and share toys with.
Instead I stood on the stairways of our first
house at 91 Rue LaPalme, wearing my green cotton dress with a white collar, and a cat's head embroidered on the skirt pocket.
My parents came in through the
doorway, my mom holding her new baby tenderly, with my father too in a protective stance to his wife and child.
What did I think?
Nothing in particular?
That my world would change, and
it did.
