Some people are born to be teachers, or presidents, or astronauts. Rita wasn't, she had been born to be a mother and she had always known. However, that was proving difficult. She had decided, after her first sexual experience, that she hated men. She was stubborn and no one could change her mind. After trying, fruitlessly, to conceive through artificial insemination, she started considering other options.
The paperwork for adoptions was long and frustrating, but it was her only way to become a mother. Rita faced interminable interviews, where they scrutinized her, making her feel uncomfortable and violated. They looked at every corner of her house, asked thousands of questions to anyone who knew her, and, in the end, they deemed her unsuitable for adoption.
Her world crumbled, she fell into depression and wouldn't leave the house. Her life was meaningless. One stormy day, as she contemplated suicide, the doorbell rang. A drenched teenager wearing a large trench coat was standing by her door. She begged Rita to give her a place to spend the night, and she took pity of her. As the young girl entered her house Rita saw she was pregnant. Karen, the young girl, ended up staying with Rita, she had no family and nowhere to go, and Rita insisted on her staying at her house to keep her company.
Delivery day arrived, and Rita had everything ready for a home birth. She had been training for the last months and took care of everything by herself. When the baby started crying, she cried tears of joy. An exhausted Karen asked to see the baby, Rita took it to her, and as the young girl caressed the baby's head Rita strangled the young mother.
-I finally have a son of my own.- she said to herself picking the crying baby up.
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