[ WP ] You live in a world where age is counted as how many years of life you have left

To have a newborn younger than them is a parent's greatest fear. 
 
 And that was how I was born. 
 
 My father, a solid man of 58 years, had good hopes of having a son as old as he has been back in the days. I never understood how he could marry my at the time 4 year-old mum, but I guess love knows no limit, be there height, in-law family.... or age. 
 
 At the time of my conception, I'm sure he was religiously praying every day and every night, as the man of faith he had always been, both for my mother and for his oncoming son. But as I came to the world and years went by, his blatant faith and overall optimism turned more and more to an expanding frustration. As the answer to his calls had not met his expectations. As I was the disappointing answer to these calls. 
 
 I vaguely remember my mom. She was kind and sweet, but I suppose that's all that was left for her to show to her infant son, as she was bed-ridden and more cadaverous by the day. My father never told me how old she was when I came to the world. 
 
 My time left was days, maybe even hours. My father, asleep on a chair in the corner of the room, was snoring from the restless days he put up. There, unable to move from these hospital blankets, I was constantly reminded of the sweet presence that my mom casted on my early years. 
 
 In the midst of the night, the sound of the rain echoing, I could n't think of something else but of her smile. 
 
 I had a good life, far too short, but is n't that what everyone will think, in the end? 
 

