It was December 7, 1999. I was born on a cold winter morning, just as I was being taken away from my dead mother. She had leukemia, an that was what had terminated the five pregnancies before me. Four boys and one girl. My sister, ( unlike the others ) lived for 6 hours, 30 minutes, and 15 seconds before she died of Eagastrophasa, or in simpler words, when she was born, one of her lungs was underdeveloped, so when she took her first breath, her lung didn't expand all the way. I was the miracle baby. Even though I had a rare heart condition ( which was like a ticking time bomb, I could have had a fatal heart attack at any moment.) I survived. I was the death of my mother. I had always blamed myself for it. I knew she had died from leukemia , but deep down, I always blamed myself. I guess it explains the saying "With the creation of a miracle comes the birth of a curse." I guess I was always a bit of a quote geek. I never thought I would live to see the day that I turned 16, but there I was. It was my 16th birthday, and I was talking to my best friend Stephanie. We were simply talking, and I thought I must have had too much to drink, because I felt dizzy. The next thing I knew,I was falling in to Stephanie. "Matilda!" I heard Stephanie shriek. Everything went black. At some point, I couldn't even hear their screams anymore. I knew in that very moment, I knew in my heart that I was dead.