Saturday, July 29, 2006


“3 … 2 … 1 … you are now in a deep sleep.” The hypnotist’s voice was level, almost monotone. “The date is March 24, 1973. What is happening?”

Suddenly I was a toddler again. “Mommy is really grumpy and has been packing a suitcase. Daddy is waiting impatiently. Yay! Grandma just arrived!”

 “Mommy and Daddy left. They said they were going to the hospital,” I answered nervously.

“Why are they going there?”

“I don’t know.” I tensed then paused. “The phone is ringing … Daddy wants to talk to me.”

“Well?” he asked anxiously. 

“I have a sister!”

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