THURS MARCH 29th

Over tea and cake last sunday, my sister entertained me as good sisters do, by inquiring into ones first memories of life. After initially laughing (for what an unusual topic she had drawn upon at this hour) I began to recall my birth into this world and began to question the moments originality-that is, of my original birth. I assume that the light I saw was real, or was it a feeling of brightness? I cannot distinguish exactly. Is it merely a re-occurring thought throughout my youth as I reconstruct the memory again and again? Nevertheless, each birthday, my sister is here, on my birthday, wishing me "goodluck" as I blow out the candles.