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Sixteen years ago, ave birth to moi at Mount Sinai Hospital on the Upper East Side of New York City

She didn’t want to

Not even a little bit

I wasn’t a part of her plan Especially not after having my sister, Fiona, only a year before Plus the fact that my father was out of tohen I was conceived made it a little difficult for my mother to explain my existence inside her womb

So she tried to get rid of row from fetus to an actual baby

She went to a doctor to have her pregnancy ter all evidence of her infidelity It wasn’t as if no one knew of her extra-ot planted inside her, no one could’ve proved it

Anyway, the doctor said that it was kind of not possible because she was too far along So she had to keep me and less than nine months later, I was born

Violet May Moore

The living proof of my mother’s exploits

How do I know all this? Because my mom told me once

She doesn’t know that I know She was totally wasted and in a very bad otten a call froy

Again, that’s not the point My illegiti my birth, nor that my own mother tried to kill me before I was born

The point is that I want strawberries for my birthday and I know if I eat even one, I’ans

The question is: do I wanna commit to that? Do I want that kind of pain on the day that I was born?

I’ about Brandy She’s a fine girl who serves whiskey and wine to all the lonely sailors Apparently, she’d ood wife

I chuckle to myself

It’s by Looking Glass, a pop/rock band from the early seventies

I’ of mine

Wearing giant headphones, I’ my head to the beat when my door bursts open I don’t even have the time to squeak with shock before a flash of pink and blonde streaks across my room and drops down in front of my

It’s my sister, Fiona

I tear the headphones off and jackknife into a sitting position “What the…”

She’s grabbingout of the , chanting, “Ohod”