My donor daddy fancied himself a sultan.  He extended beyond his reach when he plucked my mother from the sky.

For a while she cruised the outer stratosphere high on the knowledge that she was the brightest and best of all my father chose. Creative juice slaked their thirsts.

After I came to be, sparked from nesting urges my mother raised her head and took a more careful look around. She'd no idea how large the harem had grown. She hadn't looked back once. Now everywhere she looked she realized he was the muse of many. Nearly every woman's work was obviously influenced by his effect in some way.

 

 

That's when she knew it was time for us to break free entirely.