I Once Was An Egg
I live in a place that I've been all my life. In fact I've been here since my mother was born. My mother is someone whom I haven't met yet on the outside. Ever since she was about 12 I've watched my sister eggs get to leave the cozy confines of our ovarian home. It's a marvelous process really to watch them go, one by one. First they mature and grow larger then they get to pop out of the ovarian wall in a grand exit. It's really quite beautiful.
Meanwhile I sit, nestled with some hundred thousand others just like me. I hear there is another home on the other side filled with more of us. Each month, year after year I have awaited my turn. As one of us gets lucky enough to make it to the ovarian wall, they are taught some wise teachings before being sent off into the unknown area. They always leave with hope of finding something. I patiently await my time.
Finally, I can hear my mother talk about wanting a baby. We all become excited - because this is our goal - to become her baby. Each one of us craves and wants that chance. But alas only one is chosen, only one is sent. As the months go by - and as one egg after another leaves our confined home, our mother becomes more anxious for that baby that never seems to be made. I wonder why the eggs that have gone before me won't do their job.
Finally, the day arrives and I'm picked along with several others to approach the wall! With great eagerness I make my way to the wall, feeling myself grow with each step toward my freedom. Once at the wall we are hit with a burst of follicle stimulating hormone. This helps us to grow and gives us knowledge. I find out that if I make it outside the wall I must go down the long tunnel and sit and wait for my daddy to fertilize me. I'll know him when I see him and I must allow him entrance into my own wall.
I look at myself and see that I've grown and grown and indeed have a nice outer shell that wasn't there before. This hormone really helps me to get strong. Finally the moment I've waited all my life happens and I'm the chosen one to break free to my destiny. As the follicle I've been in ruptures it propels me into the tunnel, dark and covered with tiny hairs that help to glide me along, slowly and surely. I have one thing only on my mind as I leave the ovary behind me.
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