Before the Calamity
My father used to say at the time of my birth, I was born with the sun, like the morning light wanted to hold me. Both warm and peaceful, beautiful and bright, the sun and I were introduced into the world at the same time. My mother, however, would joke I was an early bird, born before she, or really anyone, expected. At that, I was born small for an infant, thus my mom gave the nickname “Little Bird.”
















