Birth Is Overated

Sometime near October. Cute. Chubby. Small. Aggressive. Terrifying. Fearless. I remember you tripped me a few times. Eating away fruit in the sun. You always liked water. Sadly. That's what killed you. I loved you. I really did. I didn't know. I regret everything I did that day because I knew I could of changed it. Yet, I felt nothing until 8 years later.  
The lack of...