User blog comment:ThemoonprinceN/Who would be your mommy?/@comment-24664052-20150404093804

“C-can you be my mommy?” I asked, embracing her and burying my face on her voluptuous chest. Silence reigned in for a few seconds before I heard again her angelic voice.

“Of course, Danny, why not?”

I looked up at her, my eyes glistening with delight. “Really?” She nodded affirmative.

And again I gave her all of my embrace…all of my love for the kindhearted woman. Although I felt a little nervous with her wings, her horns and her heart-shaped tail, her face, lovely as her personality and reminds me of my mother, or at least an ideal mother, that I ask myself “Does she looks like my mother?” in my thoughts.

I want to return her affection. A mere hug does not equal to a mother’s love. But what can I give?

When somehow I got lost and found myself in this strange land with girls with nonhuman body parts (I have seen half-rabbits half-girls, half-foxes half-girls, half-dragons half-girls, half-fishes half-girls…), the only thing I have is a diamond with shape I don’t know, maybe half-square half-oblong but it has five sides. Though I know that this diamond is very rough and one could mistake it as a simple crystal stone, if not for the shade of pink. Pink diamonds are rare, and rare things are precious, so pink diamonds are precious, right? If yes, then may she be happy being given one (even that it’s a rough one)?

I reached for my pocket and revealed on my hands a not-so-large (but still it is near the half of the half of the size of my hand) rough pinkish diamond.

“Mommy?”

“…?”

“They say rings are made of diamonds, but I don’t know how they make them.” There is more than a tinge of regret in my voice that this diamond is all I can give to her.

“You want to carve this diamond?”

My heart took a thump and I stammered “I-I want t-to give it to you… but I don’t know how to make it as the same as the usual diamond.” I was really frustrated how they are able to cut the hardest stone in the world while I can’t. “I want to make a ring out of it for you.”

Still, the woman’s voice seemed confident “Why not?”

“Dad says that diamonds are hardest stones in the world.”

She accepted my gift. “Do not worry. I’ll make a ring… no… two rings for both of us.”

“How they will be able to do it?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“That’s a secret for now. I’ll answer that after I have it made.”

<p class="MsoNormal">[TO BE CONTINUED…possibly]

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