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All The World's A Stage: A Family Dinner 3

1/9/2022

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The youngest daughter perks her head up. The rest of the family is once again, in freeze.

YOUNGEST DAUGHTER: I knew it. Of course. Nobody noticed. Of course not. Why would they? They're all just eating mom's stew, choking on vegetables and dripping in wine. Nobody noticed I haven't had a sip of my glass. Nobody noticed I went to bathroom twice already in the last hour. Maybe I should go a THIRD time. Maybe then they'll notice.
To think... they have known me my entire life. That woman over there, my mother? I literarily was IN her body. Napping, or swimming, or floating or whatever. Was in her womb for nine months. Nine whole months! In her body. Like a.... virus. Fungus. Alien. Feeling her every motion. Every time she ate. Every time she laughed. Every time she farted. And she felt my every kick, every twirl, every gesture. Until I came out. A person. An actual person out of my mom's vagina! Insane. Just... insane! We all just accept this bizarre reality. And dreams. Also weird. And we all just accept it. Like, it's no big deal. SO WILD. There she is, my own creator - my mother. And there's my old home - her belly. Now instead of me - her stew is hanging out in there. Being digested or whatever. WILD. Then when I was born - she was there with every cry, every need. Mothered me. Like really, that woman over there - she mothered me. Breastfed me. I ATE from her BOOB. Take that in for one minute. I ATE FROM HER BOOB. Wild. She knew every inch of me. And now she doesn't notice I'm growing one of my very own in my exploding belly. I mean, does she think I'm wearing this oversized dress because it's pretty!? Like, my fashion style is way better. WAY better. How does a mother just forget to notice her child, all of the sudden. How does she. I won't be like that. You hear me, little one? I know we haven't met yet. But I won't be like that. I won't. I won't. I won't. 
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    In April 2020, while experiencing  her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig  pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.

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