Reflection on my Birthday

It's my birthday and I'd been thinking alot about my mom. It's because she's the one who gave birth to me this very day in 1963. Times must be really bad back then. My sis told me that the KKH discharged their patients almost immediately after they've given birth. (when I grew up I learned that there wasn't enough bed space at the hospital to cope with the baby boom). I was wrapped in a cloth when I was brought home, and placed on the bed. I was crying incessantly as my brother patted me to calm me down.