Wear

I don't know what kind of world this is, but I'm sure it's imaginary. All I knew was that when I opened my eyes I saw a stunning woman and she was my mother. There are good and bad things about having a stunning mother. Look: everyone tries their best to get close to my mother. The advantage for me is of course that I no longer have to worry about being hungry. When my mother appears, everyone will treat me well. And people who hate me will treat me the same as her own children in front of the so-called father to show her tolerance. Although there are so many benefits, I still like to be alone. I don't know what my little mother thinks. I am obviously a boy, but she wants the midwife to tell me that I have given birth to a girl. Moreover, the wet nurse who took care of me also dressed me as a girl, as if she didn't know that I was a boy. God knows, I suspected it was the custom here, but the way my little mother looked at me made me seem to understand something. I understood that there must be a reason, but I didn't dare to ask. How could I ask? I was just a baby who had just turned one month old.