The Pregnant boy - TRUE STORY.

Funny story...
well i Guess its not that funny unless you dig under all the layers Of Horror...
A little Boy aged 9 approaches his mother nervously...
"Mummy, How do people have babies?"
The mothers face drops and her eyes fill with a nervous horror...
"Well.." She stutters "Well... its when two people love each other allot and make love a baby gets made"
The little boy Then nods and goes to his room and starts to cry...
later that Night as the mother is leaving for work she enters the little boys room to say goodbye to find him still in floods of tears...
"Whats Wrong baby?" She Asks leaning down next to his small single bed and stroking his hair...
The little boy looks at her , his little eyes cold and bitter, his small Rosie cheeks Stained with tears,
"Mummy I'm having a baby!" the little boy says staring into his mothers eyes,
She laughs and tells him not to be silly and goes off to work...
The little boy lies in bed staring out of the window as her car drives out of sight,
His bedroom door opens and in walks his father,
The Father approaches the bed
The little Boy Looks up at his father - His eyes still full of tears...
He shuts his eyes tight and prays to fall asleep...

The next day the little boy gets up and gets dressed and walks down stairs,
his mother and father are sitting at the kitchen table, The boy enters the kitchen...
he is wearing His good outside Jacket and His good Sunday shoes...
"Where are you going?" asked his mother
"To see the doctor..." replied the boy
"Why" chuckled the mother "to make sure your not having a baby , Don't be silly"
"Well..." the Boy starts looking very concerned and Worried
"You said that when two people who love each other very much and Make love a baby is made."
" Don't be..." The father tried to interrupt but the Boy keeps talking...
"And last night after you went to work my daddy came into the room and made love to me again and when he was going out he room again he said i love you lots... so I just want to be sure...."
The room goes silent... the boy walks to wards the front door...
the mother sits in horror........................ the father ,Well ,he can't even move.

The sad thing is I know this Boy very well and he's only told a select few this story...
thing is When he does they look at him pretty much the same way your looking at this screen
sad and Sympathetically.... but he doesn't want sympathy... He Doesn't want anything...
Some times people want to laugh because they think he might be kidding- He wishes it was a joke.
he wishes he could follow the story with a punch line, but theres none!!!
however out of he few who know his story only one person still finds it hard to look at him....
ME.......
i mean some days...
Some days i can't even look in the mirror...