When my parents married, he was 30 and she was 29.
They were having trouble having a baby; she had several miscarriages.
Sometime in there, they went on holiday to Quebec, Canada.
While there, they visited the shrine of Saint Anne de Beaupre.
My mother, a newly converted Catholic, made a promise to Saint Anne: if she had a baby and it was a girl, she would name her Anne.
I was born when he was 33 and she was 32.
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