Clutch

I remember when I was about 9, my parents asked me what I thought of the idea of a baby sister or brother. Since we had just moved to the US, the single child policy wasn't in existence, I suppose that's when they were thinking about a second child. I remember responding: "if I had one, I'd flush him down the toilet."

I don't know what my parents were thinking, listening to a 9 year old's empty threats. But growing up, I never realized, I regretted my answer all along.

I talk a lot. I think I'm afraid of what would happen if i didn't talk. It's so nice to have people who see you even when you're not talking. The trip to CA was in short, something of a miraculous necessity.