"It's a boy!" The male doctor said excitedly, raising the boy up towards his fair skinned dark haired mother. She cradled the baby within her skinny hands, looking down at the new-born in complete awe.
This is unbelievable how was I born as a baby? I was supposed to have a peaceful death within my golden rimmed bed inside my bedroom quarters.
The mother, not noticing her babies inner delima holds him up, gazing deep into his eyes. "Karma.. It's a beautiful name for a beautiful boy." If the baby could've rolled his eyes, he wouldve. Instead, loud yelling came from his mouth in complete utter protest.
My name is Constantine woman, if only I could speak. He began to look around the room for his father, who was nowhere to be seen. Did he run out on the family?
No, there he is. Entering through the hanging beads. Wait a minute, now that the boy looked around he began to realize..
'Made out of wooden sticks, no, no, Am I in the goonies?' The boy thought to himself as his eyes began to adjust to the sun peaking in through the sticks that must've been called a roof.
"Congratulations on your new child.." The doctor said, bowing his head slightly towards the boy's mother and father.
His father shook his hand lightly, grinning white teeth. "We finally did it Nariu, finally." His father says, taking Karma from his mother's hands and into his own.
"So beautiful.."