The grind

You felt pride as you watched Andrea disappear with her classmates. Honestly, you worried this would never happen. The seven years since her conception had been one total grind ever since you wandered into the homeless shelter. That had led to you ending up in women’s shelter. And dealing with ICE. Your claim that you suffered from a delusion that made you think you were a man under a curse that got impregnated, passed every polygraph. The disappearance of your original self never to return backed it up. Your original family believed that you were responsible for their family member’s disappearance, which forced you to eventually leave the state.

Neither Beth, Ryan or the witch returned or played an significant part of your life. None of your original friends either. After you left your original state, you never saw any of them again. Hence your only family was Andrea. She had been a typical baby and you almost lost her several times to protective services. But you persevered and now you were almost thriving. Sure you and your daughter lived in a small apartment. But compared to the shelters, it was positively Shangri-La. And amazingly, Andrea grew to be really smart. Though it broke your heart to lie about her father, ultimately her success made it all worth it.

You headed back to your apartment to get back to your work. Working remotely was clearly the way to go. The day moved quickly and before you knew it, you were tucking in Andrea in her warm bed. Now was time for something else. Time for you and Pamela, the name you gave your vibrator.