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As she lay dying, my mum told me the truth about the day I was born.
“When you were born,” she said. “You cried like you knew what sort of world you’d been born into. At first you sounded panicky. Then you sounded resigned, like you’d given up and were only really crying to be heard, not because you expected anything or anyone to come along that could make you feel better. Then you stopped crying, and they handed you to me, and you just stared at me with this sad expression on your face, and it was so crushing to me that I started crying because I did know what sort of world we’d brought you into. I told the nurses they were happy tears.”
She started crying again, but I knew they weren’t happy tears. To be honest it explained a lot, as the truth often does. I knew then why she and my dad had always had this pained look on their faces when they told me to stay positive and hope for the best and work hard to improve my future.
They knew they were lying. I guess they weren’t as naïve as I thought.
That day, the day I was born, the doctor came in and checked me over, then took the usual blood, bone marrow and tissue samples. A couple of days after that
