S*r**s Dear. This is our first trime together. A rough start. Unexpectedly. Caught off guard. Mommy had no plans yet but I have to keep you.
All our first time. You are the first to try Mommy's womb. Everything for Mommy was all so frantically scary first-time. Mommy is at odds with the circumstances so Mommy, S*r**s dear, is panicking. She cries on her shoulders when no one hears, releases the feeling
of lonesomeness in the dark. You've got to bear with Mommy.
But she is joyous to have you. She'll get over about everything bothering her at the moment.
Mommy loves you. You are staying with Mommy...
What's all about this mommy thing? O.o
TumugonBurahin