I was around 5 when I asked mother if I could be a mom. That was the day I knew.

"Hey mom? When I grow up I wanna be a mother too! Just like you!"

"You can't be a mother Ray, I believe I will be selecting Emma to be a mother."

"But....why...?"

"Because, she's a lady, and you're a boy. Boys can't be mothers."

"I see...I'll never let them have the satisfaction of eating me! Not me! Not Emma! Not even Norman!"

"I'm afraid Ray....it's your destiny."

Here I am. What a blessing it is to still be alive. My name is Ray, and I'm eleven years old. This December I will turn twelve. Hopefully I'll even make it to twelve. I see Norman walking over, Emma following. About time. This book was getting boring. I set it aside and sat up a bit, staring at them. "Hey Norman, hey Emma." I say nodding a bit. Emma kept her cheerful smile as Normal remained calm. They sat next to me. I felt a little safer now. We ended up talking for a bit before we all got called inside for dinner. I picked up the book and got up, making my way to the dining room. Emma and Norman followed.

I sat in a chair and picked at my food with a fork, quite bored. Mom tried to make some small talk with all the kids which made me do a slight eye roll. This was boring. I was just waiting to take a hot shower and go to bed. I began to eat. I saw her making eye contact with me. I did the same with a small smirk. She had no idea what was up my sleeve.

She dismissed us and I got up, practically running to the shower. I picked a shirt and a pair of pants from the dresser and layed it out on the counter. I stepped into the shower, the hot water running down my back. I sigh and smile slightly, beginning to laugh.

"Soon."