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"Where do babies come from?"

That question began it all! I was 8 years old so, yeah I was a blabber mouth, and I never knew when it was time to shut up. 

Mum and Dad stopped what they were doing. They stared at each other then at me.

" Um.. Why'd you ask that question?" Mum asked. I could tell she was nervous.

" A girl Nancy asked the question in class, but my teacher didn't answer, so I want to know where babies come from," I explained calmly. I paid no attention to the shock and panic on their faces.

" Um..." Dad cleared his throat." You are too young to understand stuff like that. "

I looked back at the book I was reading. " It says here that babies come out of their mums. How did I come out of mum, and she's still alive? Where did I come out from?"

Mum immediately started coughing. Dad shifted uneasily on the couch.

" Where did you see that?" Mum asked.

" Here in this book. Also, in the Bible, it said Mary got pregnant even though she knew no man. How do you know a man?" I asked further.

" Darling, you should be careful what you read," Mum said.

I raised a brow. " I saw that in the Bible,"

" You can read the Bible just... Look, you're too young, so you won't get it." Mum sat back on the couch, clearly indicating that the discussion was over.

Sorry, Mum, body language is not my native tongue.

" But Cyra said a man and woman sleep together to have a baby. Dad sleeps with me. Does that mean I'll have a baby?" I asked further.

Mum didn't know what to say. Dad was just as speechless as she was.

" Um.. no. " Dad said," A man and woman don't just sleep together to have a baby, they well, they..."

" Storks! Storks deliver the baby to us!" Mum shouted.

" Yeah, Storks," dad said. He sounded relieved.

I was a smart kid. " Storks?" I asked.

Mum nodded her head vigorously. " Yes. Storks deliver the baby to us when we are asleep, so that's that about that!"

"But -"

" Chastity, we've given you an answer to your question. Could you please let this topic drop?" Mum pleaded.

I sighed and let it go.

Cyra didn't help me any better. She just kept answering in codes that I didn't understand. I was a straightforward kid who understood straightforward things.

She was 5 years older than me, so she knew better, only that she didn't know how to interact with human beings without being absolutely sarcastic.

She couldn't answer a question without sarcasm or turning it into a joke. That's just how she was. I liked that about her cause she craks me up, but something it gets annoying.

" Cyra, just tell me," I begged again.

She rolled over on her bed to look at me. " Tell you what?"

" What do you mean by when they sleep together? You've slept with me before, I don't have a baby!"

She laughed. " That's because I don't have a dick,"

" What's that? A disease?"

" That disease created you."

I gasped. " I'm created from a disease?"

" The most deadly on Earth infact" she said. " You should leave before you infect me with your germs. I don't want to die yet." She said and started laughing.

I didn't take that as a joke. I put on disposable gloves and a mask for a week. When mum and dad asked me why I was doing that, I told them exactly what Cyra said. They glared at her.

Cyra nearly choked on her cearel when she heard me. " You Idiot! Do you really think you were made from a disease? What are you then? Cock-ities?"

Mum and dad just shook their heads.

I know I said I was a smart kid. I am, at least academically, but in other things, I guess I'm the most naive girl ever. And this world is my natural enemy.

I was born with white hair and blue eyes and a massive forehead. But I was cute. Cyra had brown hair and dark brown eyes. People mostly called me cuter than her because of my blue eyes, but when I opened my mouth, they gave me weird looks and whispered to themselves.

Cyra didn't care anyway. She said being beautiful was boring and hard cause you had to look your best every time. I agree.

The mistake my parents made was that they actually never told me the truth about anything.

If I asked a question like 'where do babies come from?'they make up an answer, and I believe it. Well, that made me not know a lot of things.

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