Step into the light, let me see all of you

It’s mine. It’s mine. Mom and son “Hey, sweetie. . . “I’m supposed to be a man.” I professed pathetically. “Open it. As all roads lead to Rome, all your roads lead to despair. “Your car is missing. “How is Kiya?”
She paused for a fraction of a second, barely noticeable. . She fetched a doctor, and the doctor asked questions, and gave answers. They’re not weak but . You can’t hide it from me. I had to sign for it.” She pulled a small, carved ebony box from her purse. Are they not good enough for you? “I’m pregnant. “If you perish like this, all you burden would bear upon your loved ones. “No. “I’m supposed to be a man.” I professed pathetically. The misery is you, and you are miserable. “That’s why she hated you, because you are just like your father!” He yelled. She was holding a stack of papers, along with a black leather briefcase. He grew a thick beard, sexy gray streaks through his hair, his face chiseled and handsome, his body muscular and proud. I was hollow. She walked over to the chair and picked up her purse. I watched him age from fourteen to twenty and beyond. I lunged towards him. I stumbled back but caught my footing. She grimaced. “Took me long enough.”
“What was it like?” She asked. I looked at myself, if I survived.