This is a strange feeling. I heard that babies don't remember anything the first few months, and considering how little I remember from day to day occurrences, it's probably true. Slowly, I start recognizing faces and words from the people around me. A man and a woman. My new parents.

My mother, Jessica, seem to be a small woman, a little frail and silent, but she has a temper like you wouldn't believe. She has long, wavy hair going down to her wait, and soft, beautiful eyes. She is caring, protective, and always carrying me around. Whenever she looks at me, she would whisper sweet words, including what I found out was my name:

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Bluefin Nathan. Transparently, Nathan is my given name, and Bluefin is the family name. My parents always say the family name before my given name, a little like in east Asia.

My father, Shale, is quite unlike my mother. He is a big, quiet, stoic person, with a goatee and sharp eyes that would pierce your soul. It was quite clear that he loves my mother though. He would look at her and me with a look of absolute bliss and caring, but he would always change his face when my mother looked at him, and look like a stone slap. Guess the name is quite fitting.

They make a good couple. Even if they don't speak much, it is clear that they both care a great deal for each other.

And for me.