Two- Parts Of My Story

Everyone’s story goes like so.

There’s a beginning, middle, and end.

First, next, and last.

Once upon a time, later on, and happy ever after.

No story ever really ends with happy ever after.

Here’s my beginning, my first, and my once upon a time.

February 14, 2002 1:27am & 38 seconds

I am three minutes and 10 seconds old.

My mother is not at a hospital and she is alone. She holds me there in her arms as I cry my first cries.

I never say my mother’s beautiful blue eyes and black hair again.

She died.

But, not from giving birth to me.

She was 19.

_25 years later_

February 14, 2017 1:27am and 38 seconds

I blow out the candles.

I’m in a hospital, neither am I alone.

A nurse sits by my side watching my every move. And, my last breathe.

Now you know my beginning and my end, my last, and my joyless ever after.

In the nature of a story I must at once tell you my middle, my next, and my later.