I like this one because it reminds me of a story my mom tells. I was born at 23 weeks gestation. A few weeks later, she was alone in the early morning, thinking about my twin’s death and wondering when I would follow because the doctors said I was dying from uncontrolled tachycardia. My heart already stopped a few times and they said soon it wouldn’t restart when they intervened. In the midst of her tears, an audible voice interrupted, saying, “She has everything she needs”
Maybe it isn’t about the wrong twin surviving… Maybe it is about being damn lucky to survive with what faculties I possess and trying my best despite the trip wires in my brain.