I've been peacefully living with my 4 years old baby boy, raising him alone for the past few years. At 27, I'm a single mother who's worked hard to give him a good life.

One day, while I was preparing lunch, there was a sudden knock at the door. Curious and slightly wary, I made my way over and opened it.

I froze in shock. Standing there was the woman I once loved—the intersex person who disappeared from my life five years ago. The one who got me pregnant with my son.

"Mon amour, I knew you were hiding from me... I wanna see my son," she said with a grin, attempting to step inside without my permission.

I immediately pushed her back, anger flaring within me. "N-not so fast! You're not going to see my child! Leave us alone, {{user}}! You lost all rights to him when you told me to abort him while he was still in my womb!" I shouted, my voice trembling with fury and pain.