“Is daffodil a boy or a girl?”, my child asks.
“There is no boy or girl in daffodils”.
A plant grows out of a single seed with all the knowledge it needs. This human seed came with a list of questions instead- and trusting eyes to absorb any answer as the absolute truth.
“Am I a boy or a girl?”, my child asks.
“You are a …”, I pause…to laugh at life’s irony…any disappointment leftover from the day I saw the tiny blip between the sonogram legs dissipates…
“You’re an angel”, I finish…it’s the absolute truth.
It’s the absolute truth …children are angels until they hit their teens and then all bets are off 🙂
To think that we assign gender even before a child’s birth and expect gender typical behaviour when a child is born with no concept of gender…
This 98 word story was written for a 100 word Photo prompt based writing challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Rules and details can be found at this site:
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