On a 3 acre farmable land, there is a house that weighs 1,230,000 pounds.
Inside, four women are talking. One young heir of an industry. A pair of codependents in therapy. One perfectionist.
“We don’t want to have children. We have no energy left to properly raise them without making our lives unbearable.” Said one of them.
“I will only have children with a man worthy of my heart.” Another chimed in.
“I…am quite curious about motherhood. The first-hand experience of growing another life inside. And seeing resemblance, or perhaps total alienation as a result. I am curious.” The almost invisible one spoke.
“You can have my baby. I could pay you.” The last one finished the conversation.
The group concluded. No children. Not now.
Right before bed, the almost invisible one carefully made sure all candles were blown out. She didn’t want to burn down the house, commit insurance fraud, find a donor, have a kid and raise her on this 3 acre land.
No children. Not yet.
