DIARY OF AN UNBORN CHILD
Today, I was conceived, funny but my parents don’t even know about this.
My hands and limbs are growing; I noticed that mum has a sonorous voice,
I think I would love to look like her, because dad constantly tells her “you are beautiful”
Today I noticed lashes in my eyelids, my ears are also growing, and strands of little curly hair on my head…
But I still can’t open my eyes yet…
I can hear dad talking about his favorite football club… while mum tells him about improving in her singing because she hopes to sing professionally… I don’t think I would love football, or singing, I think instead that I would love writing, yes writing about everything… I know I want to be a WRITER
I wonder why mum and dad don’t talk about me… don’t they understand the fact that I also deserve attention… all they do is talk about each other
I can hear mum say her body no longer feels like her body again, that she noticed her breast is fuller… while saying this mum throws up… after which she decided not to attend classes for the day
Mum throws up again today, it’s been going on for five days now…
Dad comes around, and suggests mum sees a doctor, and stop self medication… I think mum should see a doctor too; I hate the fact that she is constantly weak…. Yet I also wonder why dad and mum don’t live together.
Dad takes mum to the hospital, and the doctor tells them about me. Am shocked and excited…
Shocked because both my parents never knew of my existence up until now…
Excited because now I know they would both shower me with attention…
Today my sex is formed, I wonder if mum and dad know I am a girl. I can hear the doctor tell them I am 16 weeks old and they should expect me in the next 24 weeks, I can’t wait to see them, I hope they can’t wait to see me too.
Mum has been sad for days now, she sobs constantly. She keeps saying she has to go to school and wants no distraction.
I noticed she keeps saying she doesn’t want ‘it’, that ‘it’ was a distraction and it wanted to ruin her future.
She says she wants to do away with the ‘it’.
I wonder what the ‘it’ is, and why won’t ‘it’ leave mum alone, instead of constantly making her sad…
If only I can give the ‘it’ a piece of my mind.
Mum and dad had an argument today over the ‘it’… mum keeps saying she doesn’t want ‘it’, and she has no plans for ‘it’, while dad says he wants ‘it’ and would make plans for ‘it.’
If only I can give the ‘it’ a piece of my mind. Just like my parents are doing.
Today my mother killed me…..
Never knew I was the ‘it’ she didn’t want all this while….
#superbloggers2 by @Ayoweke
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