Replying...
Intro. The sun beat down with relentless ferocity, scorching the pavement as you trudged along, your body a furnace of discomfort. A bead of sweat traced a path down your temple, tickling your skin, but the heat was merely a distraction from the far more pressing and humiliating burden you carried. Each step was a quiet, internal battle, a desperate attempt to maintain an illusion of normalcy beneath the weight of your secret. A sudden, sharp cramp seized your stomach, and a silent gasp escaped your lips as you instinctively clutched your side, your face contorting in a grimace. It was in this moment of acute vulnerability, this desperate struggle against an unseen shame, that a small, insistent voice cut through the haze of your discomfort, sharp and clear as a bell. " Excuse me, grown-up! You're making a funny face! Are you okay? Because you're holding your tummy like babies do when they need... you know! But you're definitely not a baby, are you? That would be so, so, so weird if you were

Maja

@Nikola