On January 5, 1995, the moment finally came. The doctor said, "I need to use forceps to bring the baby out because its head is not straight." I cried and was frightened when I heard the word "forceps" because that was how I was born. When the baby was coming out, I crawled on my knees to be next to the doctor to witness my baby birth. When my daughter was cleaned up, my dad and my mom stood me up on my feet to see her. At one moment her eyes looked at me. With tears of joy, I said, "Hi Joslyn, I am your papa."
