The sky was white with fury. Perhaps it was only in my mind, my perception of the atmosphere being one of blinding light. Was this my birth?
Cold.
Wet.
Screaming.
It had to be my birth day.
“What will you name him?” a voice bluntly asked. Two sets of eyes darted around the room.
“We liked Travis, but he seems more like…” The man speaking picked up an unopened can of baby formula sitting silent on a table. “Ross, we will name him Ross.” The man smiled as he glanced over at his exhausted wife, beads of sweat still glistening on her brow.