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the baby was crying again. she covered her ears. every time she heard that familiar wail, she wanted to throw a fit and cry herself. no one came to comfort her, and it was tiresome to go to someone else.
they had always said it would be different when it's her own. patronizingly, your motherly instinct will kick in, then looking at her with a mix of disdain and ill conceived sympathy, they would go on to tell the joys of parenting.
she was grateful to her own parents, and now, she would protect her baby with all of her might.
and though her sense of morality, her sense of duty, would always outweigh her bitterness, this unwanted child would always carry that stigma.