January Born by JC

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January Born by JC

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January Born JC I was winter’s child,wrapped in borrowed wool,breath small as frost on windowpanes. The world outside was brittle then,trees bare-boned againsta sky that never learned warmth,roads lined with grit and quiet. Inside, there was laughter,steam from mugs that foggedthe kitchen glass,a lullaby of radiators clankingas if they toowere proud to keep me alive. January taught me patience—that buds sleep long before they bloom,that light returns in rationed teaspoons,that beginnings aren’t always bright,but they are strong. And so when I look back,I see my first days threaded with cold,yet stitched with care,a child born not to fireworks,but to the hush of snow,the steady hands of a yearjust learning how to start again.