Once upon a time there were two little babies. One was conceived in December of 1993. The following February his mother carelessly discarded him. She always thought he was a little boy. She named him Daniel.
After having there beautiful girls the mother conceived another baby. This baby wasn't meant to be, and 8 weeks after the baby had been conceived it slipped away. The mother always felt this baby was a boy too, but she never named him. It was too painful.
After about a year the mother found herself pregnant again. She was over the moon with happiness. At 8 weeks she found out she was carrying twins. At 20 weeks she found out they were boys. At 35 weeks she gave birth to two perfect, identical little boys. She named them Will and James. They were the light of her eyes.
The mother felt like those first two souls weren't ready to be born. They were scared, so they decided to come into the world together as a pair. That is the story the mother tells herself when she cannot sleep at night. It comforts her.
The end.
Wendy
