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Thank you Ẃeβ࿚Ẃỉtcĥ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() I know from a very early age, that pregnancy can be fatal for me. I was just 14 years old when I got to know that bitter truth. The physical problem I have, doesn't obstruct any of my daily activities, it will not obstruct physical intimacy either. However, since I carry almost my entire body on one foot only (I can't put much weight on my left side), the extra weight women put on from their 5th month of pregnancy onwards, is a complete "NO" for me. Any extra weight might put on pressure on my internal organs and.... Alhamdulillah (Thank God) I look completely normal, and people who see me for the first time can't even guess I have a leg-foot-back issue if I don't show it. But people who know me, know just how much I'm into children. If I'm feeling bad, just give me a bunch of six months to 10 year old little angels, and boom! I'll be perfect within minutes. Even I am human, and I'm a female, so yes, I crave the word "Mother", Ma, Ammu, Mommy... you name it, quite often. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() So, I’d often write mother-child stories to satisfy that craving of being called Mom. Why did the world deprive me of this particular right of becoming a mother? Maybe I’ll never know. ![]()
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