Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The beautiful picture of my boyfriend holding his newborn niece nearly brought tears to my eyes. His tender smile and the way he carefully cradled the baby told me something wonderful: he would make a fantastic father. It brought that oldest of longings into my womanly heart. I wanted to be a mother. "Oh, Ana," i whispered, staring in wonder at the picture on my cell phone screen. "What are you making me give up?"
"Oh shush," Ana told me. "You don't know that it's my fault you haven't gotten your period."
"But i do have my suspicions," i shot back at her.
"Don't get snippy with me; i'm only trying to make you thin and beautiful."
I bit my lip. "I know... I'm sorry."
"It's all right, sweetie," she said, putting a bony hand on my back as i buried my face in her shoulder. She smelled good, strong and flowery yet light and airy, like i would imagine a fairy would smell, and that comforted me as i cried a few fearful tears onto her sleeve. "Hush, now, you'll be fine."
I sniffled and nodded. I wanted to be thin... but i wanted a baby someday too...