the story of my first born...

she was there when "she" was just an atom.
when "she" was just a tiny little thing being talked about while 3 excited lips sat on a couch in a mall with a mega.
she was one of those munching french fries at mikidies - El P with her eyes lit up like the other two pair of eyes while they talk about the baby.

then finally the baby was conceived. "she" was conceived. 3 moms conceived her. she was one of the 3.
she was one of those racking her brains thinking of a good name for her to pass the f.s. master.
she was with "her" to say yes that they need two more help.
there at an office with printers and a/c buzzing.

she was with "her" when she was just a baby and taking her baby steps.
she was there to conceptualize "her" first wave.
and she's so proud "she" turned out to be a charming little girl.
everybody loves "her". everybody adores her.

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but she can't be with "her" anymore when she becomes a full grown lady.
she wanted to so bad because "she" is her baby.

she almost had one before. but it died in her womb.
"she" is her first born.
and "she" means so much to her. so much.

so much that it hurts...

but all she can do now is watch "her" from a distance.
but she'll be alright.
she just prays that somehow, someday, she'll open her heart again for a new baby.