When I was an unborn child, I lived in my own bubble world.
A bubble with all things for survival and happiness protected by my mother.
My mother fed me, spoke to me, and sang to softly each day.
I was in harmony with her sadness and happiness each day, for her anticipation of me being born was slowly and madly driving her to insanity.
She waited patiently and until, “whoosh”… the bubble broke, and water gushed me out!
A flash of bright light stung my eyes and I squinted with agony!
“No…no…I am cold!” “Where am I?”
Seconds became minutes and my little brown eyes stared at this strange woman.
I stared with awe and wonder. Where is my bubble? What is this strange woman and place?
Then this strange woman spoke to me softly with her gentle voice, “Hi there, bubble girl. I am your mother.”
She welcomed me to this world with her warm embrace and kisses.
I am the bubble girl that now have to face this whole new world.
By Jazzmin S. Lu