So I heard through the grapevine that we all have this thing called a mother. Some kids even have a father. I’m really confused about what I have. I’ve been around for a few days now and there are lots and lots of people around. All these ladies talk to me and hold me and some of them are nice and some of them poke and prod me. I really hate when they put that cold metal thing on my chest and belly. Ugh. Also they finally pulled all those pipes out of my throat when I promised to be good, but then they stuck this crazy thing on my head and made me lay in this bright light that really doesn’t let a girl get her beauty sleep. Anyway, I don’t know which one is supposed to be this mother lady. I hope I have one. They sound nice.
Are You My Mother?