Bruce Charles Wilson was born June 28, 1985. I don’t remember much about him at that time, but his birth brought me the greatest gift of all: a plastic charm bracelet (you 80’s girls know what I’m talking about).
I must have felt an intense responsibility for Bruce, though. The first dream I can remember occurred during that time. I’m carrying him and I discover he has a fatal shrinking disease. Soon, he can fit in palm of my hand and I have to keep him in a plastic bag to protect him. I still feel a little scared and frantic when I think about that nightmare.
Deborah, my younger sister, also wanted to protect our new baby. She turned his bassinet over once while trying to comfort his cries.
One day, Bruce would grow into a little boy with crazy-curly hair and permanent coating of dirt, but those stories are for another time.
To learn more about Bruce, the full-grown chef, visit his food truck page on Facebook.