When I got out of bed I immediately heard noises. The noises and voices that are obviously busy. "Blake, son! Come here, eat first!" As I took a step, I immediately heard that voice. The voice that I never thought was true. The voice I have long asked for and long sought for. Even though it wasn't a woman's voice, I could feel the mother's love. My mom, Mommy Maui. Unlike other moms, Mommy is a man. He is a carrier, like me. "Yes, mommy! I'll just prepare the one I'm going to use. It'll be a while, mommy," I replied. "Slow down in your actions, ok? You might slip! We're just downstairs and we're almost done." I walked over to the cabinet. In the mirror, I saw my own reflection. The bulge of my stomach is obvious. I caressed it and couldn’t help but smile. Eight months ago. And this month, is the month where I can give birth. The month I've been waiting for. "Son? Your mommy and I will come in, ah? We'll support you and
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