Born: on a Monday, in winter, on an island, in a week ending in Friday the 13th, to a father in Vietnam, a mother forced to drive herself to the hospital in labor, to a sister six years my senior who hated me before I was born. Delivered at 8:58am, PST, by a doctor named Payne. German, Danish, Polish and French. Pale, small, blue eyed. Pisces. My father chose my first name and gave me his last name. Twenty five years later I would reject both, and retain only the middle name my mother had chosen for me.
When I was six months old, my father met me for the first time, on leave in Hawaii. He returned to war, and I was taken home to the mainland, dressed in pink and yellow, taken shopping to a major department store which no longer exists and allowed to choose a stuffed animal from a dollar bin. I chose a yellow dog. I still have it, still sleep with it, do not apologize for it. It is a psychometrists dream.