I wasn’t sure if it was because of something wonderful or a crisis, but I gradually came to realize that Dad was shaking me awake.
“It’s very early. Get up quietly and come downstairs,” he whispered. “You’re not going to school today.” Then wide-eyed and completely awake, I heard the rest of his words. “Mom and I are going to the hospital as soon as you’re dressed. She’s having the baby today—and happy birthday.”
My 11th birthday, Sept. 25,1953, began like no other. Tiptoeing downstairs,