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All students in the Nursery are seated quietly in the large room with several rows of seats occupied, not a single sound coming from anyone, although the numbers are reduced for the past seven years.

"It appears all the rooms are here today, isn't 42?"

"I suppose you're right, 44….. but aren't you thinking it's a little odd that we are lut together in one room"

" Yes, it is quite odd but i don't know, i feel excited"

Excited? that not the word i would describe my self right now in terms of feelings,

Though the numbers of the students of the Nursery have dwindled the past few years, i wasn't expecting the numbers to be that low.

Adults came to the room, they weren't instructors this time but different individuals with masks on.

They took away students one by one, row by row, until it came my turn.

I was curious.

Where are we being taken to, this isn't part of our daily curriculum so it is natural my curiosity grew.

The man in a mask had a triangle facing down as a symbol.

He took me by my hands gently and urged me to follow him.

I wasn't going to object anyway, cause we are taught to follow orders without hesitation.

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I was led to room with cameras at each corner of the wall, two seat and a table in between.

The walls was grey just like the atmosphere of the Nursery in a whole.

The man walked out of the room, leaving without a single word.

I stared at the wall briefly, i took my seat and stared at nothing in particular.

It has been an hour when i got here. i wasn't planning on getting up, nor was i really going to seat still.

I stared at my reflection on the surface of the table and to be honest i haven't really seen myself before, at least for a very long time. Maybe i have but never really payed any attention.

Click.

The sound of the door drew my attention, as i directedy gaze towards the gaping door that still stretched open for a figure to come in.

A woman.

Not just any woman, she had a face filled with regrets and depression, a medium long brown hair and black pupils. And there's this connection that i don't know i have with her.... i can't put my finger on it.

" Do you remember me, dear?"

I didn't have to answer her, or i don't know what to answer with.

She took her seat on the vacant chair directly opposite me, while she clasps my hands.

" I-i am your Mother"

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My Mother?

" My mother? why are you so sure i am your child"

She withdrew her hands from mine and she immediately had a blank stare.

" I am your mother, Klein. You are my son"

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" I know it's been years late... but…."

" Mother!"

I cut her off.

" You don't have to push yourself, you don't have to feel guilty..."

" ...Infact, i take it as disrespectful that you think coming back to your son will wash away your guilt "

" W-what are you talking about?"

" Nothing, just pointing out that you're clearly a bad mother"

She seems annoyed at what i said.

" What do you know about being a mother, you little shit, I've been asked to come meet with you and this is what i get?"

" Am sorry, but i don't get why parents of the students where brought here, it's clearly pointless in trying to let parents contact the children they already gave up."

"You know nothing about the circumstances of those adults that have to give up their children to this horrible place".

"When speaking about other parents, are you projecting yourself in that sentence? perhaps you still have concern on your son after all these years "

" Interesting how you perception have improved, well you did the best in the Nursery of this Set"

What she says makes me feel irritated….. is this what they call….

…..Anger?

" Do you not care about son?

She looks at me dead in the eyes as her hollow black pupils pulled me in.

"Hahahaha"

Did she just laugh?

" You're one hell of a kid, suddenly i thought you could have understand...…"

"....But it seems like you're still the child i gave birth to, why would i care for an abomination like you?"

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" You're an unwanted child, i never wanted you to begin with... yet i couldn't do it.... i couldn't abort you, and your father he's another bastard"

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Silence in the room was deafening.

" I never wanted a mother, i wished i never met you...."

" No, to be honest i have never thought of you even once during my stay here"

" I never hated you"

" You were non existent to me, i just knew i came from a woman and i appreciated it. I was glad to be born"

" But i never gave a damn about your well being, if you breathe or if you were dead...….."

" You have fulfilled your part, now you can enjoy life to the fullest….. you're still young mother"

"…. don't care about me, cause i won't care about you"

Her face remains the same, but she started to tremble with a tear coming from her left eye

" I suppose we have come to a conclusion and you're mature enough to understand."

" Don't feel sorry mother...…. we didn't even have enough time to even make a bond so why the tears?"

She wipes the tears from her eyes while sobbing as i watched her.

A truly beautiful woman, if she had shown me her motherly side and offered to take me in, i would have followed without any regrets. But she is still a young lady with a life to live, she wouldn't even have the capability to take care of me.

She stood up from her seat, walks to door and stopped.

" I hope to never meet you again, Klein "

I tilted my head to the side, confused.

" Klein?"

She just smiled and walks away shutting the door behind her.

Why.

Why am i so...

Persistent in preventing bonds been made between me and people?.

Maybe am just....

...scared.