“I wish I had a memory of that first violent shove, the shock of cold air, the sting of oxygen into new lungs. Everyone should remember being born. It doesn’t seem fair that we only remember dying.”

“Don’t you miss it?” I say. “Being free.”He laughs.”

“A strange thing, words. Once they’re said, it’s hard to imagine they’re untrue.”

“Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.”