We were all born in surrogate mothers. Some mothers had one child while a
few had twins. The doctors didn't know why some mothers had twins or
couldn't explain it. Being in the womb of my surrogate mother made me
realize right away that I was one of those special twins. A sister I had
with me. The day came when my mother gave birth. I felt the compression on
my head as if flushing me out of a toilet. I was the first to come out the
womb of my mother. I cling to my sister to not let me go but it was too
late.
Rubber hand gloves grabbed my body, holding me in the air then put me on a table. I couldn't speak, hear or breathe. The doctor put a tube up my noise and mouth desperately draining the fluid out. A minute later I breathed my first breath, crying my head off like there's no tomorrow. I squirm around letting the doctor whip off the rest of the fluid that's still on my tiny body. I felt cold, barren without my sister being beside me.
Another baby cried a few feet away from me, as I knew it was my sister. Her screaming, calling out to me, but too far for me to reach. My eyes open for the first time, seeing a female nurse in front of me. I calm my screaming to familiarize myself with the surroundings of the room but my head stayed straight, unable to move myself that much. My sister doesn't stop her crying, not really wanting to be born but it's natural for a baby to think that.I guess.
The nurse that cleaned me moved my body to another room, the baby infirmary as they recall it. She placed me in an incubator putting gray sheets on my soft, skinned body as I felt the roughness of the sheets. The nurse eyes me, wanting to pick me up but somehow couldn't, or smile, or interact playfully with me. I didn't know why in this strange, dark world and now from the sound of it, lonely as I no longer hear my sister's screaming voice.
Two individual footsteps come towards me. The look on the nurse's face was frightened, but try not to show it, scared of something coming her way. Two men hover over my body, a young male doctor holding a clipboard as another 42 years old man stands aside of him. By the judgement of his face he looked scary, but at this stage of my life what did I know about emotions. He talks to the doctor, as my ears are fully functional as I look at them.
"She's the third genetic anomaly twin of the x-5 generation. What's been plaguing my mind is, why?" Having no emotions on his face.
"Where still trying to determine that. The information on the older x-5's twins are still conclusive."
He brutally eyes him. "We pay you for answers, not half information that is irrelevant to my question. I want an factual answer as soon as, possible."
"Yes sir." The doctor scribbles on his clipboard.
The older man looks at me with dark, cold as ice eyes. "What's her designation number?"
"X-5 330417291995. Should I classify her with the Wyoming Manticore x-5 children when she get to age 4?"
"Yes. I want to keep an eyes on her."
He leaves the room. Not understanding those words but my brain kept the conversation in the back of my mind, until I knew what they meant. In due time I will.
Rubber hand gloves grabbed my body, holding me in the air then put me on a table. I couldn't speak, hear or breathe. The doctor put a tube up my noise and mouth desperately draining the fluid out. A minute later I breathed my first breath, crying my head off like there's no tomorrow. I squirm around letting the doctor whip off the rest of the fluid that's still on my tiny body. I felt cold, barren without my sister being beside me.
Another baby cried a few feet away from me, as I knew it was my sister. Her screaming, calling out to me, but too far for me to reach. My eyes open for the first time, seeing a female nurse in front of me. I calm my screaming to familiarize myself with the surroundings of the room but my head stayed straight, unable to move myself that much. My sister doesn't stop her crying, not really wanting to be born but it's natural for a baby to think that.I guess.
The nurse that cleaned me moved my body to another room, the baby infirmary as they recall it. She placed me in an incubator putting gray sheets on my soft, skinned body as I felt the roughness of the sheets. The nurse eyes me, wanting to pick me up but somehow couldn't, or smile, or interact playfully with me. I didn't know why in this strange, dark world and now from the sound of it, lonely as I no longer hear my sister's screaming voice.
Two individual footsteps come towards me. The look on the nurse's face was frightened, but try not to show it, scared of something coming her way. Two men hover over my body, a young male doctor holding a clipboard as another 42 years old man stands aside of him. By the judgement of his face he looked scary, but at this stage of my life what did I know about emotions. He talks to the doctor, as my ears are fully functional as I look at them.
"She's the third genetic anomaly twin of the x-5 generation. What's been plaguing my mind is, why?" Having no emotions on his face.
"Where still trying to determine that. The information on the older x-5's twins are still conclusive."
He brutally eyes him. "We pay you for answers, not half information that is irrelevant to my question. I want an factual answer as soon as, possible."
"Yes sir." The doctor scribbles on his clipboard.
The older man looks at me with dark, cold as ice eyes. "What's her designation number?"
"X-5 330417291995. Should I classify her with the Wyoming Manticore x-5 children when she get to age 4?"
"Yes. I want to keep an eyes on her."
He leaves the room. Not understanding those words but my brain kept the conversation in the back of my mind, until I knew what they meant. In due time I will.
