I didn’t want to be born, David. My mother put ten months into carrying me, plus twelve hours to expel me from her womb. My soul was clinging to limbo. I must have been a happy fetus. I have only a very few memories of the first two years of my life. They say we remember our infancy when we take our last breath. I’m almost looking forward to dying, you know. I really want to know if my difference was innate.
