These were the words she said at my arrival. "You got to be kidding." I have known the truth even back then. I was born unlike the other babies. When my diapers were full and sagging, and I was left to my own determination. My mother's womb carried me. I deemed me ready to take my first breath. She had no choice in the matter. This makes most children different from me. I am not completely alone. There are others whose cadence is like mine. My mother shouted as I grew tall. "You are not like your brothers and sisters." I will live another day. There is recognition in others. When one of us falls, another commitment forms. I am an exclamation point to my mother. They see me as a question mark.
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