a tragedy in itself

I don't remember my birth.
How sad.
Tragic really.
Coming into the world, and yet...
not even realizing it.
*sigh*
I don't recall any feelings I felt as I left the safety of my mother's womb, nor do I remember the feeling of inhaling that first fresh breath of air.
I don't remember the way that my father held me, or the way that I clung desperately to my mother's breast, searching for the warmth of her breastmilk in my tiny mouth.
I don't even remember how my brother cradled me in his arms for the first time.