I do not know yet that time the dangers of the world outside the womb, and, yet here I am struggling to exist in this very confined fluid sac. All I know is I want to live. I want to live even though life is full of uncertainty.
I hear a faint voice outside my world,
it was struggling to utter a word.
It is full of whimper and agony.
She is talking to a boy called Anthony.
That is also the first time I felt her pain, when the boy said "I don't want it".
"It" a pronoun referring to his unborn child, to me. She has been speechless, unable to reply to her beloved.
It was a mistake. I am the fruit of their mistake.
The proof of what should not happen.
Suddenly, I felt reality is gripping away from me, the warm surrounding started to get cold. A thong is aimed in ripping my hand, and her eyes are not dampened with tears but with numbness.
But something forbade it, a screaming sound of a car come forth and yell of the people is all over. My fate had not fated to end.
Miracles do come true. I have been named Matthew.