26.

My Grandmother was 26 when she had my Dad. She had been married for ten years by then. She gave birth to him on a ship, back then I guess it was no big deal to have a baby on a floating vessel. When he was 26, he was already married for 2 years. My mom, she was the eighth child of the family after twins that died at birth. She was given away when she was born. The orphanage was full, so they put her on the door step. When her aunt came to retrieve her, she was still there. I think my mom was a miracle. When she was 26 her first child was one. When I was 26 I died. All I did was cry. I cried rivers! Not creeks or streams. Huge, overflowing, gushing rivers.