December 10 is the deadline for this page, the same day my son was born so many years ago. He came a bit earlier than expected, as I remember it. His version of the story is quite different.
Pretty much every memoir we write is like that. You, the author, see it and write it from your perspective. Our participants, that is our readers, see it another. God help you if your reader happens to also be one of your relatives. Who is to be believed? The real truth lies somewhere in between. That’s why we call it memoir and not autobiography.