Day And Night

I was born when the day met the night. My mother says it was twilight, and the sky looked like a splatter painting, like a marquee on a Broadway, like freckles on my uncle's face. I was a pain from the start. My mother was not allowed to have any painkillers during labour because I was falling asleep in between her contractions, and if my heart rate slowed down anymore, I could die or go into a coma. She didn't want her baby to go into a coma. So she sucked it up and dealt with it. And boy, was she in for an adventure.