“prompt- alter a memory(I)“

“My daughters are the raises of sunshine that brighten my days,” my father would always say with an elongating ‘D’ sound and a proud smile splattering across his face. He wanted me and my sister to know we were loved even though we were his girls, not his boys, a fact that is brought up in both our birth stories.

“What emotion did your mom feel the most when she h
The recess after my first sex education lesson, where we learned about the essential functions of sex organs, was spent among the girls discussing the time we were in our mother’s wombs. The fact that we have no recollection of this time did not deter our belief that we built our traits there. Our logic wasn’t sound but concrete. We rehashed the stories we had heard, hoping to understand our blueprints. We conclude that our mom’s cravings have to be our favorite food, the age our moms had us will be the age we have our first kid, and our mom’s dominant emotion is the catalyst of our temperament.

I didn’t know what my mom’s domain emotion was. I pondered with the girls what it could been. One girl said boredom since I tend to be in everyone’s business; that made some laugh. Another girl said pride since I was always the first to finish the timestable but made the same mistakes. I clarified that I only made three mistakes, which is still an A. My rebuttal united the girls on the proud prediction. 

I head home that day, determined to prove them wrong. I greeted my mom with the question I could not answer.

**To be continued**