I was born into an ordinary, modern existence in 1945, an only child to decent parents of no irregular point of view, no particular sense of their place in history's continuum, just two people afloat on the world and expectant like most others in time, without a daunting conviction about their own consequence.
The narrator reflects on their upbringing in 1945 as an only child in a typical environment. Their parents are described as decent, without any extraordinary beliefs about their significance in the historical narrative. They seem to live without any particular sense of destiny or impact, much like many ordinary people of their time.
This observation evokes a sense of the mundane in everyday life, highlighting how people can exist without a...
