Writers note: this is a one shot my first story. I hope you enjoy!
Hi. I'm August before we start, this is my dream, if I were normal. There I was. Being born as if I was normal. No nurses rushing, no surgeries to be done. I was normal. There I was in my moms arms in her hands gripping to me as if I were as fragile as an egg. Dad ran over to me to see my little face. Via was happy but looked as if she didn't seem to notice me.
And as far as I could tell, the farting nurse didn't seem gassy as she was before. When I was born, Christopher was born a few hospital beds away from mine. I didn't know him at the time, until we met when we were 5. Via would hang out with her friends while me and Christopher played in our baby pens. When I turned 5, I stubbed my toe on my rubber ducky and I needed an ice pack on my foot for 2 days! "When you were born, the farting nurse was happy when she saw you!" Via said. I felt good about that. "And she told mom she would be a good parent for you..." When I was 6, Daisy, our dog, started to lay with me at night in my room. "Daisy girl, come here girl!" I would do every night to get Daisy to lay with me.
I loved having mom watch me, day til night. Christopher moves away when both of us turned 7.