First things first, I guess. I have two moms, Amanda and Patte. Amanda is my rock. If I need a shoulder to cry into, or a hand to hold, or a ear to whisper into, she's there. Always. Patte is my motovation. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer two months ago. Ever since, I have ran seven miles to and from the hospital, just to see her face. I love her, and my other mom. They're amazing.

Second thing, which, I'm assuming is what you've been waiting for, I have two names. And two birthdays. 

Because I was born twice.

How the hell cam someone be born twice? Good question. I know, because it's one I've asked myself, as well as my moms. Their response? 

"Baby, everything happens for a reason."

Hell, I know that. Well, I thought I did.

Until Ma got cancer, and I realized that it may not be true. What if, instead of a God, or Universe, or Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, there's nothing 'higher'? What if we're just floating through space on a collision course to Hell-I-Don't-Care? What if what happens isn't a plan from above?  What if people get sick and die because the human race is imperfect and you can't do anything about it?

What if I was born twice due to some seriously stupid Cosmos joke that Ms. DESTINY decided to do to me?

Why can't I be normal?