Self-Inflicted
 Wednesday, March 19, 2003
This morning, on my way to work, I took a glance at my handyphone. 1 message received. I popped the message open, scrolled down thru it and saw the date and time it was sent: 19-Mar-2003. 19-Mar. 19-Mar. I knew the date meant something, but what was it? And then I remembered. It was my sister's birthday. I dialled her home phone number and I heard an all too familiar voice from the other side of the connection. A voice I used to hear every morning while running late for school, while taking turns kissing our baby sister, while having conversations about 'us'. We were the thing back then. It was us. We. And nobody else. I'm usually very bad when it comes to remembering birthdays, but this one I just couldn't miss. I now understand that 19-Mar is much more than just a date to me. It's something I'll always be attached to. And oh yes, I said, "happy birthday," and she replied "thank you."
4:20:30 PM
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