All she ever wanted was to give
birth. She’d longed for a
child to remind her of
Diego. With his high cheekbones, square jaw,
eyes of the deepest blue, and his
feet splayed ever so slightly. What she
got was a girl. A perfect girl, a girl with coal black
hair and a smile so bright that it
inspired the sun.
Just so. The child was named
Kimberly
Louise
Madrigal.
Never will this child accept less than fair,
or less than
perfect. She never
quarrels. She chooses debate, and is
regal in her bearing and comport.
Soft, yet
tenacious.
Unassuming and unpretentious, Kim’s
veracity may someday be her undoing, despite
what her mother might think. The product of a
xenogamous love affair. Her mother’s
yearning to be with someone or something else; Kim was
zapped into being, against all odds.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice 
All gifts brought into the world need to be honored.
I actually have an image somewhere of a two headed daisy type flower…
‘xenogamy: fertilization by cross-pollination
especially : cross-pollination between flowers on different plants.’
People who are different can produce very beautiful children. Seventeen generations back… from both sides can be pulled into making that child.
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