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A New Challenge …
Something we all need to cheer us!
Despite being dog-weary and in need of a break, I was nonetheless drawn into Barb Dalton’s challenge (her writing son’s, actually) to write about our birth, essentially a truth but including one lie.
The word count must be 150!
I’m assuming the lie explanation doesn’t count in the 150 words.
I like the odd lie, more an exaggeration, so how could I resist?
My story follows.
When my mum found out she was pregnant with me, she was too afraid to tell her doctor who had advised her not to have any more babies … ever!
She already had my sister and brother, she had had polio as a child, and to be honest, two should have been enough.
So my nine-month gestation was conducted with no medical check-ups, since her doctor knew nothing, and she just hoped and prayed that everything would turn out fine.
I was born on her birthday, as was my sister-in-law, who was in the same ward that day.
Some years later we girls met through work. In the weeks leading up to Christmas, she needed a partner for a work dinner.
I offered my brother … “though I don’t think you’ll fancy him,” I added.
Somehow they clicked, and two years later they were happily married.
I’m assuming my lie will be disclosed at a later date. Not sure if writers get to guess the lie first.
