Utopian Dystopia Part 3

Utopian Dystopia Part 3

Each time I talk to someone, knowingly or unknowingly, and perhaps not even always, they offer me something. Sometimes paper boats, sometimes food, sometimes healing crystals, a ride back home, a hug, pebbles, dolls and even a room at their place et cetera and all of these, I feel full. I feel loved. I may not always take these up but for a person whose heart sinks twice a week thinking of 'who do I share this with?', these offerings mean the world. But this time, someone moved me to my core. We were speaking of motherhood and having children and I expressed that I’ve always wanted to be a mother. While sharing, I told her that ideally with a partner but if that doesn't work out, Ill adopt or figure other options but it is happening. She leaned forward and said, 'whenever you are ready and if things aren't going your way, get in touch with me. I’ll be your surrogate.' And suddenly, my mind stopped. We spoke for a while more where she reiterated what she said and I'm still stuck in that room with her and to be honest, many like her, who come in to take me home.

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