Hello?

Are you there?

Can you hear me from the womb?

You're excited today.

I can tell.

You can't stop kicking me today.

Are you already ready to come out of this womb?

Or maybe you're trying to get yourself comfortable?

Well, take your time.

I won't rush you.

After all, you've only been inside for seven months now.

I play a little of Mozart's music for you.

Yes, you like that, don't you?

I do too, little star.

You always seem calm when I'm outside, taking care of the garden.

Maybe when you grow up, you'll have a greenthumb, right?

And maybe you'll help your mommy dearest when she grows old and

grey?

I have a feeling that you'll be the perfect gentleman.

You'll be a kind, courteous man that'll charm all the ladies.

...Oh no.

I'm thinking about that confining life with my parents again.

How they wanted to keep their blood true and were desperate

enough to think about incest.

The thought disgusted me then and it still does now.

But, you're not going to have to worry about that, little star.

I'm going to raise you to be helpful to others when they need it

the most.

And give you simple things that money can not buy.

...No matter how much people think it can be bought.

Even when your father leaves for work, I am never alone.

Because you're here with me.

Listening to all the world has to offer.

Who knows what you will become.

But, I can say this.

You'll always have a home here.

No matter what you become in life.

I think about your father.

He's such a handsome man.

I bet you'll be as handsome as he is.

And as kind and thoughtful too.

I think you fell asleep.

And I don't mind at all.

I don't mind having you for company.

You're always such a polite guest.

I can't wait to hold you in my arms.

...Even if I fear that I might drop you on the head.

I've been a bit of a klutz recently.

Last night, I accidently broke five dishes when washing them.

Your father relieved me of dishwashing duty.

He joked that if I kept up with it, we wouldn't have a plate

left.

He maybe a bit immature at times, but he has a good heart.

Just like I know you'll have a good heart as well.

My little boy.

I rock back and forth on the rocking chair.

I'm making you a pair of baby blue booties.

I think that they'll look so adorable on you.

Most of my friends have shunned me because I've become a

statistic.

I'm not a statistic.

I'm a young mother.

A young mother that lost everything that she once knew.

Who lives in a small house with lots of room to grow my small

dream.

My small dream to raise a family, even if it's only you and your

father.

Is it wrong for me to want to keep you?

My parents wanted me to have an abortion.

Most of my friends wanted me to give you up to an orphanage.

I say screw them!

As long as your father and I want you in this world...

...You'll always be welcome here in this world.

I yawn, eager for a little nap.

You seemed to have the right idea earlier.

Let's take a nap together, little one.

That way, you and I can dream of a world that'll accept all with

open arms.