Chapter 39: 39

I was born to two lovebirds who could barely keep their hands off each other. That means that my pregnancy was a surprise, no it was a mistake. You can tell from my name, it lacks thought and creativity. I can see my parents, walking home with me covered in layers and layers of blankets, held tight to my father's chest as they avoided the main roads because they were dodging their parents who seemed to be incapable of accepting their ‘mistake’. I can see my mother peering at my father from under her lashes and saying ‘Since we never planned for this, let’s just pick the first name that pops in our heads. We have better things to worry about than names,’’

Father must have stopped, and looked down at Mother whose beautiful face looked ethereal under the moonlight. They stared at each other, sharing a secret smile only people in love could master.