Sighing at the bulging belly, she mourned at her unusable wardrobe, the gowns were crammy, the frocks didn't match and she sulked at her dismal state as she swivelled and turned to browse through the saggy chunks disrupting her appearance. He stared at her hustle from the doorway and said, "You bled and bled throughout your puberty and adolescence. You shred and screamed, you almost died and survived. You steamed through relentless agony so that I could continue my heirloom. I have only been a spectator throughout our baby's birth and if you ask me now about your body, all I can say is that I won't let a small chunk of fat change my mind about someone so beautiful." Their baby girl grasped invisible molecules from the air and rattled the cradle.

- Talking Tree