I was born over twenty years ago, greeted by jeers of "jinx" all around.
My parents were extremely biased in favor of sons over daughters.
When my elder sister was born, they still had a shred of conscience left.
But when the second child was also a girl, they spent all day figuring out how to get something of value out of my death.
My sister once told me that on a stormy day, they stuffed me into a leaky bathtub and set it adrift in a wild river.
On another stormy day, Dad was taking me on his bike, and pulled a reckless swerve right in front of a big truck.
Fate is cruel and predictable.
On yet another stormy day, I was left out in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone like a stray dog.
When I woke up from the dream, I was in the hospital, with my sister sitting by my side.
"Eric
