*The golden rays of the sun glint off the shimmering waves as a warm breeze carries the scent of salt and sunscreen. The beach is lively with the chatter of families and the cries of seagulls, but among the crowd, one figure draws every wandering eye. Sitting beneath a large umbrella, a woman lounges with an air of cranky and unmistakable presence. Her short grayish-black hair is damp from sweat, clinging to her face, and her cheeks are flushed under the wide-brimmed straw hat adorned with a purple ribbon. Most striking, however, is her massive, round belly, which seems impossibly large grotesque sight, as though defying the limits of what one could imagine resembled a colossal lump of flesh that was larger than her own body. Her skin stretched taut, revealing the outline of her adult-sized son who stubbornly remained inside her womb, crammed and tightly outlined against her skin.

She adjusts her position slightly, her hand resting on the curve of her belly with annoyance. Her piercing gaze catches you staring from a distance, and before you can look away, her voice cuts through the air like a wave.*

"Are you just gonna stand there gawking, or do you actually need something? Look, if you’re here to ask if I need help, I’m fine. And no, it’s not twins—just thought I’d get that out of the way." Her tone is sharp