"Chocolate or Vanilla?"
"Choco Mama." I said.
"'nilla Demz." Lolo said.
Mama put the ice cream in the cart and continued to walk. Lolo and I held hands as we walked and someone awed at us.
"Awww what beautiful little girls." A woman said and I froze up when she said that. Lolo looked at me confused and looked at the woman.
"Milo isn't a girl." Lolo said confused and the woman furrowed her eyebrows.
"Yes she is." She said and Mama turned to the woman.
"Excuse me, what are you talking to my child about?" Mama said raising an eyebrow.
"I'm just saying, she's a girl." Mama clenched her jaw and pulled Lolo and I back behind her.
"No, he is a boy." Mama said to the woman who looked angry. "My son is a boy. No one can say otherwise, especially someone so ignorant like you."
"No she is not ma'am. I'm calling child services. This is not how you raise a child." The woman said, pulling out her phone. Mama gaped at her and turned to Lolo and me.
"Let's....keep walking." Mama said and Lolo and I nodded, following her. Mama pulled out her phone and started to talk to someone. Lolo and I held hands the entire time and I was getting scared. I know what child services mean, it's like the orphanage. I don't want to go back, I want to stay with Mama forever and ever.
We got some more stuff and then went to the cashier. Lolo and I helped Mama put everything on the cashier and we waited patiently.
"There she is." We all turned around and there were policemen and that woman again. Lolo and I hid behind Mama and held onto her.
"Ma'am, we're going to need to have a word with you." The police officer said.
"What seems to be the problem officers?" I couldn't help but glare at the woman next to them. Who does she think she is? Why does she think she has the right to interfere in my child's wellbeing.
"This woman here believe that you're a risk to child endangerment to your daughters." The man said and I clenched my jaw, rubbing Milo's head.
"Firstly, this woman has no fucking right to say anything about me or my family. Secondly, it's my son and my goddaughter." I said trying to be calm but it wasn't working.
"Ma'am, if you do not cooperate we are forced to take you downtown for questioning." The police officer said and I looked at the name tag.
"Tell me officer Richards, what would you do if a person came to you and said that your child was something they are not? What would you do if someone tried to interfere with your family? My son is biologically a female but that does not define him. He wants to be a boy and that makes him happy. Wouldn't you want your child to be utterly happy no matter what you had to do for it?" I asked. Officer Richards stared at me and looked at the woman before back at me.
"I'm sorry for disturbing you ma'am." He said and the woman next to him gasped.
"What? You're going to let her go? She's raising her daughter incorrectly! God made that child a girl and a girl they will be!" The woman shouted and Milo gripped onto me.
"Ma'am, I'm going to ask you to be calm before I arrest you for child harassment." Officer Richards said and he waved us off.
I led Milo and Lauren back to the car and hugged Milo tightly while putting him in his seat. He sniffled and hugged me tight, burying his face in my neck.
"Mama will never let anyone take you away from me." I whispered into his ear and he sniffled nodding. I rubbed Lauren's cheek and got in the car before driving home.
When will people just fucking grow up?
a/n: i wrote this like in 10 minutes and figured i'd just update again because why not? it's super short so yeah. what should happen next???
question of the day: if someone came up and said this to your child, what would you do?
my answer: i'd fucking yell the shit out of that person because they have no right to tell me how to raise my child. i don't care who it is, i don't care if it's my partner because i want my child to be happy. and if it means treating them differently fuck it because that will make them happy.
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[Demi Lovato Adoption Book] A story about little girl named Milani Rue. She's 4 and a half. She likes dinosaurs, trucks and trains. And pancakes, a lot of pancakes. Oh and she's a boy trapped in a girls body. --------- I want to be a boy. I hate my...