IHM-XXXVII

ELISA SMITH

My father's words flowed like a river of emotions, painting a vivid picture of my early days in this world. As he spoke about the day I was born, I couldn't help but feel a profound sense of connection to my past and the family I had been separated from for so long.

"You were born on the 22nd of April at exactly 1:25 pm," he continued, his voice filled with love and nostalgia. "You arrived twenty minutes before your sister, and while you were born, the nurses took you away to get you cleaned up. You were covered in blood, and I kept this necklace around your neck, even though it was bigger than your head, so I tied it in two. You were such a beautiful baby, and you still are now that you're all grown up."