The wind blew and shook the shutters outside the little room at the hospital, rain pounding against the glass, as if trying to break in.That part you could probably reword to: rain pounded against the glass. It sounds better in past tense.
When I was born, my mother died.
One of the things I commented on in your first memory was that I wondered how she died. Now I know. Haha.
The nurses ushered my father back in[s],[/s] to talk to the doctor about my birth certificate.
"And what'll you name her?[s]'[/s]" inquired the doctor.
"Narissa McKinley, look what you've done."
Aww.
I know all this, because I remember. I remember it as clearly as if it had just happened.
Question: How does she remember? Is she some supernatural baby? I've never heard of anyone remembering what they did when they were 6 or less months old, my darling! Perhaps there was a video of it. Perhaps someone in the room told her.
I was born in a rainless year, and in that year, strange and terrifying things happened.
I was born in a rainless year, and in that year, strange and terrifying things happened. I can’t help feeling it was because of me. More than that, I took her away from them. My mother, I mean. I may not have done it intentionally, but I still did it. And for that I was punished.