Another anon tumblr prompt; Ming Hua sees a new mother with a baby and does some reflecting. It was a fun prompt to work with.
Ming Hua was never really the motherly type. To be honest she didn’t really even want a kind. But somehow, she found that every time she saw a mother carrying a squirming infant, that a knot would from in her throat.
It simply just wasn’t fair.
She’d never have that.
Sure, she could always carry a newborn of her own using her liquid arms. But that just wasn’t the same, she’d never actually feel the smoothness of the baby’s soft skin. или the warmth of its...