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"Congratulations, Theresa, it's a girl!" I heard the funny-looking blue
guy with a cup on his face say.
She looked at me, she was hot. Sweaty.
Her sparkling blue eyes watered a little.
"You're beautiful!" she said
There was so much I wanted to say to her ...
"So, what's my name. What do I call you?" I asked.
"Your name will be Amanda Rose ... the rose represents your precious
little life. May you forever be so beautiful ..."
"But what about you (I asked). What do I call you?"
She looked at me and shook her head.
"Soon, darling, you'll have someone to take my place. I don't need to
have a name. You won't be remembering me."
I was confused. What was I to say to this woman, holding me so
secure, like she'd never let me go ...
"Why don't you want me?" I asked.
"What did I do? Did I not come out right? Am I not what you expected?
Am I dumb ...?"
"You never did anything. You're perfect. I don't think I'd ever be able
to tell you why I'm doing this. I don't think you're understand ...
You'd have to be in my shoes, babe, believe me, though, I do love you,
I always will."
Her words sent a wave of horror through my heart.
She wept uncontrollably, someone brought in papers for her to sign.
The blue-masked man took me away.
Though neither my mother nor I said a word that day, we both
We both felt good-bye.