B I R T H
B I R T H
My parents had known each other since they were very young. They lived in the same neighborhood, and although my father was a “cool kid” and my mom, not so much, somehow destiny allowed them to find one another.
Everything I know about their love story is an account of my mother. My dad is a pretty, stoic guy if you will and would probably have a different perspective, but I’m a girl so my mother’s viewpoint suits my internal dialogue a lot more.
She loved him more than he loved her from the beginning. He was what she wanted, and my dad, given his own trauma (another story/post altogether), probably had no idea what he truly wanted, in a woman or in anyone altogether.
I don’t know my dad as well as I know my mom, and you’ll understand why.
Anywho.. they eventually of course dated and grew to become young adults. My mother went to France to study chemistry, and my dad went to Canada to study Finance and eventually ended up in the United States.
I, clearly was not in the picture yet so all I know is, he didn’t always have it easy out in Canada, and definitely not in the U.S as the story will eventually show..
It’s hard being an immigrant. Without papers, the pressures of limitation can really seep into your belief/desire to make things happen for yourself.
But neither one of them gave up, and their efforts eventually bore their fruit.
They eventually got married after my mother broke a vase in her aunt’s house, apparently the last straw amongst many (to her aunt) and she kicked my mother out with no place to go.
My father flew her out to the U.S, and the rest is history.
They lived in D.C, were poor, struggling, surviving I guess.
And then I came into the picture. Little me.
According to my mother, I was very wanted.
I can’t say I feel that way today, but it’s a relief to know that once upon a time, I was wanted.
Although I didn’t choose it, I was born with already trauma ridden parents, in the midst of their struggle, a potential symbol of hope, that just maybe, life would honor their aspirations + deepest desires..