Mommy,
I don’t understand
That man hurt me
Mum, why is my belly growing?
Mummy, there’s something inside of me!
But moooom, I can’t be a mother
I’m your baby
I’m still a child
What do you mean, Mumma, that they don’t care?
Why do you say it’s not my life?
How was it never my choice?
He chose to do this Mama
But I didn’t ask for this?
Oh, I did?
Alright, I guess I won’t go out of the house wearing a skirt again.
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Hi baby, shush, this world isn’t meant for you but I’ll do my best to keep you safe. My mother couldn’t, and it broke her. Her own shadow haunts her. But you, my love, shall be safe. I’ll dress you like a boy.
Moonlighting Scrivener 