You Never Know

Her eyes were fixed on the scan reports for a good 5 mins. I could make out that she had deciphered what it was in a minute but she was taking time to frame the sentences right in order to save me from a heart attack. She finally looked at me, from above her square spectacles that was almost about to slip off her waxy perfectly sculpted nose and heavily sighed.

"Your daughter has been smoking."

DAUGHTER it is!

"How did you react when the nurse announced that you have given birth to a girl child?" , I asked my mom with my 'almost popping out' eyes. With a genuine and casual smile she replied "I was happy. I had always wanted a daughter. I wouldn't have minded a son but I never 'wanted' one."

You can say it is in blood or be mean enough to coin a 'feminist' tag on me.

YES. I WANT A DAUGHTER. 

I do not care if I am married or a single mother.

I do not care if my husband would be okay with it or my family for that reason. 

I do not care if she would attract all sorts of 'sick' guys around her in her adulthood

or snap at me to stay out of her life.

I WANT A DAUGHTER.