The Day You Were Born Book Novels & Stories

By then the whole project team knew that the engineer in Group B had an ex who showed up every single day with increasingly creative ways to win her back. Nobody knew who he was. They only knew that on my birthday, he could snap his fingers and light up the dark Frost Pack sky with fireworks. When I got sick, one phone call from him shut the entire project down for a forty-eight-hour paid break. And I was almost used to it — the smiling face that appeared every time I opened my door, the sandwiches, the hot milk. One morning I woke up to a world blanketed in white. Siberian winters come fast.

Not in this lifetime. Once, I had been head over heels for her, ready to do anything she asked. However, those days were long gone. She had lost that right. As time went on, I stepped into my dad's shoes and took over the family business. One day, on my way to seal a deal, I ran into Rebecca and Marvin loitering outside the office of our potential partners. "Mr. Lewis, think it over! A million or two could make all the difference. Our hospital can bounce back," Rebecca said.

He thinks: this is the always. He thinks: this is everything. The day begins. The coffee is made. The FT is open. The space between them is known and occupied and entirely, irrevocably, theirs. This is Tuesday. This is always. This is the last chapter, which is also the first day, which is also every day, which is also the only day that has ever mattered. The day begins.

They were born on the first of March at four seventeen in the morning. The girl first. Then, six minutes later, the boy. Both of them loud and furious about the transition from warm to world, which Parks said was the best possible sign and which Claire agreed with in the abstract and experienced in the specific as two separate urgent sounds in the same small clinic room that she would remember for the rest of her life.

I just wondered how many of them, who didn't have any backup plan, would still be laughing an hour from now. My eyes turned red as I trembled and called Mom. Thinking back to how I was pushed off that building in my last life, and how Mom's car had gone off a cliff, leaving nothing behind but wreckage, I couldn't stop the tears. This time, I was going to make those ungrateful people pay for their choices. I was going to make them understand just how stupid they really were. Time passed slowly. 15 minutes later, Jeffrey finally showed up, panting with a backpack in his arms.

“Is that five-hundred from the day of your human birth or five-hundred from the day of your rebirth?” “We count from the day of our rebirth. So technically speaking, you are one day old.” I’d argue with him, but I’m sure this is how a human newborn feels when they’re suddenly thrust out of their warm, protective home into a life filled with light, loud sounds, bad smells, misery, and shit. We are just lucky enough to forget that feeling as time goes on.

I dragged myself forward with my broken leg while gathering the children's belongings, speaking softly to them. "Nate, make sure you look after Cece when you're up there. Have fun with all the superhero figures and teddy bears over there." That day, Lionel Brooks was about to leave with Fiona Smith and her child. In the rubble, my son, Nate Brooks, lay with a steel beam piercing his small chest, blood dripping. He looked at me and asked, "Mommy, will Daddy come back soon?"

" My last disappearance happened during summer break, when Leo had locked me in a bathroom stall at school. The whole building had been empty for the holidays, and no one had been around to hear me shout. I'd crawled out filthy with all my might and limped home on a sprained ankle. But when I got home, all I received was Dad's hard slap and Mom's screaming. "Leo said he saw you sneaking into a hotel with some girl! How did I give birth to a shameless brat like you?" I couldn't defend myself and just stood there as Leo hid his smug grin behind her shoulder. When Maeve gently dabbed ointment on my cheek afterward, she whispered, "Mom and Dad love you, and they just don't know how to get along

Maybe love do moves in the most unexpected ways possible. Celebrating my birthday is no different from my other normal days. It did not matter whether I celebrated it, but somehow, it felt like it does. It do matter. I never thought being with someone in this exceptional day would be this amazing and magnificent. And I’m thankful for Shaun for making this day the happiest day of my existence. Upon arriving at my pad and opening my bag, I saw the book Grey gave. The First Born. Why would he even give me a book about lycanthropes? I mean, I do appreciate such gestures. I really love it but somehow it feels a little... off? Why now?

After parting ways when we hit our street, instead of going home, I bypass my driveway and keep walking in the direction of the bookstore, enjoying the rain that soaks my body. I’ve always loved the rain and storms—any kind of storm, to be honest. I was born in the middle of a rainstorm on April 1st. My mother was somehow lying on my father’s Harley on the side of the road. My father says I was blessed because the day I was born, the rain poured down and baptized my soul immediately. Whatever that means.