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The Day I Showed Up
(Without Being Asked)
No one asked me if I wanted to be born.
No poll. No form. No warning.
One minute: silence.
The next: lights, screams, cold air, strangers in gloves.
That was my grand entrance.
No applause. Just confusion. And mucus.
They say I cried. Loud.
They called it a “strong set of lungs.”
I call it my first protest.
Wrapped like a burrito. Stared at like a museum piece.
Everyone smiling like I did something impressive.
I didn’t. I just showed up.
They did all the work. I just slid into existence.
And that’s how it began:
A life I didn’t sign up for.
But here we are.
Tiny me, blinking into a world already spinning.
Doctors measuring my head.
Relatives arguing over who I look like.
Someone probably filming it all with a shaky hand and bad lighting.
The weirdest part?
That was the most peaceful moment I’d have for years.
No bills. No heartbreak. No deadlines.
Just eat, sleep…
