The day I was born

I would like to remember the day I was born. The freckled lady who held me as Michel Preud’Homme back in the good old inglorious days. Was it cloudy? Was it rainy? Probably, given the fact we’re talking of Salford, Greater Manchester. I would like to recall the whiteness of those sheets, the greatness of my mother’s tears, the fear in my heart. Or the hope. Not all of us have the luck of being born in a place called “Hope Hospital”. Only the ones who come from that part of the world…