Hello, heaven! Are these games or what?
They will let me do all that? Even giving my child their name? They finally want to expose the bad omen that they have been hiding for years. Expose the stain that they have pulled all strings to cover? At the expense of what? I should perhaps be melting with glee and hope, wondering what sort of miracle has bechanced, but, naah! I am not that stupid. When the deal is as enthralling as this one, summon your ninth sense.
What is the deal here because I know they cannot just develop some damn consciousness overnight?
“I thought, as a loving parent, you should be jumping up and down with the news. This is what you have always wanted for your child, right?”
I turn to my mother, then I cruise my eyes around them. Seriously? What do they think of me?
