Twen's POV
I was in kindergarten when I first realized that my mommy was not like other mommies. He was a man, not a woman. I never thought much of it until some of my friends told me that they don't want to play with me because their mommies have asked them to. I felt very upset. I didn't know what I did wrong but when I told my mommy about it, he looked so sad. He held me in his arms and said sorry to me so many times. I don't know why. Why was mommy sorry? My mommy never said bad words about other mothers, but they constantly speak bad things about him, and he was always the one who apologized.
When I was in first grade, I asked mommy why was he not the same as other mommies. He kissed my forehead and told me that he wished to be like other mommies just so that I don't have to go through any problems. I don't know what he means. What problems? Did I do something wrong? Am I a bad kid?
It was in the second grade when I heard something strange. A girl in my class told me my mommy was Omega and he was dirty because he was a man. I don't get it at all. Why was mommy dirty just because he is a man? I am a boy too and there are so many boys in the class, are all of them dirty?
Today, a boy from another class came and threw a banana on my head during break time. He and I fought over it. We hit each other and both got hurt. I was stronger than him so he lost but then, he got very angry at me and started saying bad things about mommy. Telling me that I was a dirty kid because my mommy was a man. He said man doesn't give birth but my mommy can because he is an Omega. Is it really true? I don't know!! Whether my mommy is a man or an Omega, I don't care. If mommy was not able to give birth then wouldn't I have never been born? They are all so mean. It bothers me that so many boys and girls around me only speak ill of my mom despite the fact that I have never spoken ill of their moms.
I got so many marks on my cheek, hands, and legs. Mommy would definitely be angry. He doesn't like me getting hurt. I hope mommy doesn't get too upset. I was standing outside the school gate and waiting for Uncle Sam to pick me. It was already late. Will he not come? Mommy told me to wait inside the school if Uncle Sam was late, so I went to the guard uncle and told him,
"Guard uncle, can I seat inside the school. Uncle Sam has still not come"
"Sure sure. Come with me" the guard uncle said.
Guard held my hand and took me to the bench near the school garden and asked me to wait there. It was so boring to wait. I wish Goldilocks was with me. He has such pretty wing-like fins. If only I wonder if I had wings on my feet would have run faster? I looked towards the school ground. It was looking so good with all the grasses cut off. It made me want to run. Running makes me feel so happy.
It made me remember the sports day. Mommy was so happy that day. He took so many photos of mine and cheered me so loudly. No mommy did that, it was only my mommy. He is the best! He put all the photos of my winning medal in the album. I hate it that mommy only keeps my photo. He never keeps his. He says that the album is my childhood memory collection. What is that mean?
"Kiddo, your guardian has come. Quickly come here" the guard uncle called me after some time.
Finally, Uncle Sam is here!! Aunty Jenny must be waiting for me. I got down from the bench and ran to the gate but I couldn't see Uncle Sam. Where did he go? I looked at guard uncle,
"Guard Uncle, where is Uncle Sam?"
"I am picking you up today"
I looked to see an old tall man talking. I didn't know this man. He was wearing such a fancy dress and there was such a big car behind him. Mommy told me not to talk to strangers. So, I told the old uncle who came,
"I don't know you. Mommy told me not to go with strangers"
"I am not a stranger little one," the old man said smiling at me widely.
He had such scary eyes. He was staring at me in a very strange way. I do not like him. He was so scary. He came closer to me and patted my head. I moved his hand away and stepped back.
"Who are you, Uncle? You said you are not a stranger but I have never met you!"
"True, you haven't. Even, this is also my first time meeting you, little Twen. I am your grandfather"
I looked at the old uncle angrily. He was lying. My mommy told me that his mommy daddy doesn't live in this city. He was thinking I don't know anything. He is a bad man.
"You are lying. My mom's daddy doesn't stay in here" I said stepping back.
The old man laughed. He looked at me again with those scary eyes. He kept smiling at me in a weird manner and said through his laugh,
"Who said I am your mommy's dad? I am your dad's dad!"