V is the youngest of seven siblings.
Many thought she was a miracle baby having been born a little over a year after
my mother was ligated. A rarity then as it is now, my mother never tired of
telling how a well-known doctor cut off a ligament because he was busy talking
instead of focusing on the procedure.
V was always anxious about going to school. On the drive to school, my
father would gently have her repeat the following quotation. “I am not afraid
of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I love today.”
