Nothing happened on February 5th 1996.

I mean, nothing uncommon.

No end of the world, no coming of the new prophet, no celebrity died.

The cover of the Journal de Montréal was that the Canadiens de Montréal had lost a hockey game again this week, so nothing special.

An average child was born to average parents.

She had an average weight.

Average size.

Average features.

The birth didn’t go well, but it didn’t go bad either, nothing special.

She had normal family, normal parents, and normal siblings.

A dad, a mom, three kids, and a golden retriever who lived in the suburbs.

The baby had a name, but most people won’t remember it.

She sincerely had nothing special.