Apparently, an alternative me, as a large portion, gave birth to a daughter. Will I look at her in scorn? Bring her into a life with no frailty? Neglect her in order to make her fend for herself? I don't have a womb. I have a dead patch of grass there instead. I can't even bear ticks, no soul. No love. Motherhood ends with me.
Kult: +15
Kull: +15
Total: 30
Ratio: 1.00

