Date Submitted: 7/7/2017
When I was a baby, 9 months and 9 days old, I was probably asleep, or sobbing for mashed potatoes. My parents were probably at work; at the time, my mom was a nurse, and my dad was a landlord. Maybe I sat in a baby crib in my dad's office, hearing the tv in the distance.
As I began to take a sip from my glass of water, I counted my blessings. Never take anything in this life for granted, not even something as simple and as pure as the water you drink. You never know when you won't have that luxury ever again.
Gaby (story excerpt)