The seed: Their looks are touching again, and Sofia heart beat fast, immensity happy. A timid smile that the time translate in words, making the love born.

Born: Sofia can't sleep well. Will be mum delicious food, or the sickness of love? She does not look for health because there is not cure.

The illness: The doctor answer is categorical. Your illness is pregnancy. As a smooth wind previous to the gale. The new news are welcome with fear but very fear.

The quick solution: Her love now knows and together are walking forward to the quick solution that they offer turn the light off, when was already extinguish.

The sadness: Her sadness grow so much as her belly to see the critic look of her dad, the rejection of the societe and the fear of her lover that escape like a body hiding from the sting of a syringe.

The voracious: The larva born voracious and hungry, like the hunger of Sofia eating pies, cakes and biscuits for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

The butterfly: She can feel it moving wishing to walking or maybe dancing, try perceive the shape of those little hands, feets or that small body that she wanting for sooner to hug.

Her mum: If you don't want the baby, no problem. Other persons will love it, says Sofia to her ex lover. I will open their eyes soon, and will close mine on my death, she answer.

It's here: "You might be surprised." The wonder of this journey, but it worth it at last. I see her. I hug her. I suck of her warm milk and one day I will call her mum.

by Julio

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