Isn't it amazing? The way that we're brought into the world with nothing but our family and our own bodies, and we grow and learn, until we're ready to bring new life into the world? I think so. I consider it a miracle. My name is Kenny McCormick, and if I believe in anything, it's that miracles are real. Our very own lives are miracles. I'm looking now at my newly born child, a beautiful baby girl, and wondering what she'll become. Isn't it AWESOME? I just hope I can be a great father, because I know that I didn't have one myself. My life honestly pretty much sucked, that is, until I met Vanessa. But I know, because of her, that I don't regret a single thing. I will love her forever, even after… Well, I die every week, so that doesn't really work, but you get my point. I still remember everything…
"Oh, just shut up!"
"No, you shut up, you stupid JEW!"
"Okay Cartman. You know what? FINE. I bet you FIVE dollars that not ALL jews like bagels!"
That was one of their more ridiculous, but luckily, less vicious arguments.
"FINE then!"
"Fine!"
I was sick of their obnoxious arguments, so I just walked away. Either they didn't notice or they just didn't care, probably the latter, because they just kept on yelling and completely ignored me, not even glancing at me once. It was lunchtime, and I had just abandoned my usual table to get away from my "friends". I saw a girl sitting alone at a table, reading. She had tan, olive skin, long, straight black hair, beautiful deep brown eyes, and the cutest little nose. There was just something about her… I sat down next to her. I prepared myself, praying that she would understand me through my parka, and then I carefully uttered, "Hi." She looked up immediately and smiled at me right away. "Oh hey! You must be… Kenny, right? I'm Vanessa. Um… I like your jacket… thingy…" "Oh thanks!" I replied, perhaps a bit too excitedly. "And I like your…" I muttered, struggling to find something to compliment her on. "Your face- Um… sorry, I meant your shirt. I like your shirt!" I spluttered. I knew it. I messed it up already. I blushed, but luckily she couldn't see through my parka. I looked down anyway, just to be sure. But to my surprise, with a big smile on her face, she literally squealed, "Oh, you're so cute! So, do you like reading, Kenny?"
And so it began. We were never perfect, but we were sure perfect for each other. At that moment, I could see into the future, for just a moment. But, in that moment, sure enough, I saw us. Us, holding a newborn baby. That baby was named, for some reason, Luna.
Our baby, our actual newborn baby, is named
Luna.