If my wish were to become real, I would have given birth to you again.
You held on to me in my womb for 10 months and 10 days, and I let all the blood flowing in me ebb afflux into your body, place my hand quietly on the womb that is growing by the day. To me, the most wonderful thing is being intoxicated as I hear your throbbing resonate with me, and in return, I fell further in love with you.
I love you.
I always did.
I loved you more than my own happiness and future.
Even though it was deemed a sin, I still loved you, maddeningly till I could not control myself.
And then, I thought of hiding you soon after you were born, before anyone else saw you.