for all children everywhere
It took three years to build the relationship which led to the creation of me. I was a business deal.
It took my mother exactly nine months from my conception to get over the man.
One morning while putting on her mascara my mother looked into the mirror and visualized my father's face. With him clearly in focus in her mind's eye in the glass, she calmly and coolly said, "Fuck you, Ted."
There was no animosity. It was the most appropriate goodbye. In a language he understood.
Mama knew they'd be seeing each other around the universe because neither one of them would go anywhere else.
She said f you and moved on.