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I am the last child of the family. Clearly an accident by all accounts. My earliest memory is of shattered glass on the floor and milk oozing in all directions. The contrast is very vivid. A tourquoise blue tiled floor with red and yellow triangles of sorts. I feel frozen and cannot take my eyes off the sight in front of me. Our dog licking the white milk while I am inches away from the glass and cannot move. I can hear my mother speaking. Then nothingness.

How did it break? I do not remember anything other than that one piece of memory. What happened afterwards? I do not remember.

All I know is our dog was still alive in the kitchen that day. I vanished into nowhere.