The DU Lounge

After meeting with some guy in a Navy uniform at a bar and grille, I asked my mom who he was. She said he was my cousin. I responded immediately that he was there at the hospital with us. She replied that I had never been in a hospital except at my birth. I told her that he was there with my dad and a friend, whom I named, and what they were wearing, who held me, the time of day that all happened as well as whet could be seen from the window, what the interior of the room looked like and what the nurses uniforms looked like.

She was terrified and from that point on, for about forty years, she thought I was some kind of demon child. This went on until she got too old to remember why she was supposed to hate me.

I had prophetic dreams too, like the ones where I was sure she would leave me and my siblings alone with our dad, she actually did when I was nine.