Moving On

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20XX

I look out, the rain has almost ended.

I see tiny droplets of rain drops rolling gracefully down my window. It almost look like they're dancing.

Just right before reaching the wooden panel which supported my windows, the tiny droplets of rain has already gathered to become one single relatively large one.

As I closed my eyes for the last time; draw my remaining breath for my final moment in life...

Im like those water droplets, after all these years, I have finally learn to become one with myself.

Just as i'm finally completed, its time for me to go.

That large water droplet hits my window panel and once again splashes to form hundreds of tiny ones.

I could have done more in this life. Could I?

This is my story.

Foreword

1995...

15 September

1.43a.m.

Life starts with the simple act of drawing one's first breath.

I hold this child in my arms.

My child. My daughter.

Her eyes twinkle. Her cries, bursting with life, health and happiness.

Mrs Grey... the doctor hesitate.

I smile at him. He return my smile with one of sympathy and pity.

I look to my husband. He looks more worn out than me even though i'm the one who has just went through childbirth.

His hands covering his face, his shoulders shudder from time to time. Is he, crying?

Y..es... yes? my voice quiver, something is wrong.

Mrs Grey... i'm very, very sorry to say this but your... your baby has this conditon called hermaphroditism.

The doctor left the room before I can react.

He knows well enough that I understand every world he said as i'm a doctor myself, a pediatric to be exact.

And then reality strikes me like a bullet straight through my heart, my child is hermaphroditic.