why i was born

i, unlike my own child, was planned. the idea of me came to my mother while at a park in mexico city, like a ball coming from out of nowhere and hitting you in the face with a SMACK!. she watched as a couple of children, who were barefooted and covered in dirt, but happy nonetheless, played together. they called each other carnal, which literally translates to "of the flesh". they were brothers. my mother turned to her own child and saw her playing by herself, longing for a childhood companion. and just like that, i popped into her head.

i am starting to think about having a second child, but there has not been a SMACK! moment. it has been creeping up on me for months, like a vine, slowly twisting itself around my mind...