83
Life before conception This is a short story about my life before conception. My name is 83 and I'm a baby😊. We weren’t allowed to have names because, well, that is the rule over here. I lived in a city we called Shimayim. It was inhabited by babies (that’s what they call us). It was a very peaceful place. We really don’t do anything there because we had everything: toys, milk, soft white blankets, you name it. One by one, we were selected and sent to Earth to families to be a “bundle of joy” as they say. But forget about all that. Let’s focus on me. As I said earlier, I’m 83. I have dark skin, the cutest brown eyes you’ve ever seen and dark curly hair plus I’m a girl. I was teased by the others because let’s just say I was special and maybe a tinsy bit stubborn. I never obeyed the rules which always got me in trouble and well caused a lot of trouble. I named myself Lily. I know, I know, we are not allowed to have names blah blah blah. I was just sick and tired of being c