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Beth, What Can I Do?
She was so beautiful. And pink. Very, very pink. Sweet, rosy cheeks and a gentle, peaceful nature. When she'd opened her eyes, they were large and bright. She could do anything.
Beth had a teeny little mouth, with gently curved lips leading up to a tiny, perfect nose. She was a phantom treasure, a child straight from heaven. She could go anywhere, be anything. I pictured her a doctor, a lawyer, the president! A scholarly woman who was well respected and mature. Pretty and popular in high school, with long blonde curl cascading down her back and olive green eyes smiling along with her mouth. She was filled with imagination and wonder, a child who brought delight to all and joy to me. She would be curious, and kind, and welcoming. An inquisitive genius who would overcome gender stereotypes and racism and all things evil. She would make another person smile and laugh and feel good about themselves for once. She would bestow kindness upon the most bitter of men and women. She was breathtaking, and fabulous, and incredible. A sensational beauty who would no doubt inherit Puck's charm and my creativity, as well as both of our musical talent. Beth would change the world because she had the power to do so. As I looked at her after she was born, I thought all of these things and more. I was sad to let her go, but if I raised her? The beautiful, moving Beth would cease to exist and would be replaced by a horrendous version of my baby. She opened her eyes a bit, and I smiled at her. She had so much potential and so much she had to do. I loved her, more than anyone or anything I had ever loved in my life, but she wasn't mine. Well, right now she was, but tomorrow? She'd be in the arms of another woman, laugh with another man. She was breathtaking, but I had to set her free.