we can run faster than the wind --open

[Mirabelle Green]

Mira hadn't been considering how fat she was. It wasn't fat, it was real life there. She was amazed - often during the day, she was found with two hands over her bump on the belly, and rubbing the lump of life in her womb. She was so happy - but also she was incredibly devastated. She'd have to raise this child all by herself, no father to support her and the baby... Or babies. Mira had been found sitting with her hand over her stomach for half an hour, just thinking about this.

She sat on a wooden bench in the park. The trees wobbled, the branches waving beautiful green leaves everywhere. The grass smelt like dew and the flowers were daintily scattered around the park. Birds sang cheerily in their nests, or a mother's eggs decided to hatch. Squirrels collected nuts in the near distance, and a few couples were perched on picnic blankets either kissing or eating food. These were the days Mira liked the best.