Eleven Fifty Nine

The storm buffeted the whole town but Daddy had to go out. He had hoped Nurse Esther could join him. Mommy said it was time.

The flood was knee-deep when Daddy came back with her. They were both wet but did not waste any time and prepared everything needed for my coming. Mommy suffered from great pain. When she took a deep breath and exhaled, they heard me cry.

Mommy and Daddy had forgotten the storm and even their bankrupt business.

Now that I am seven, they always recount that at 11:59 before March 25 they had their only treasure.