"P. . ." Ming Tao tried to say the words, dumb founded and confused. "Pickles?" His eyes widened.
Mira's eyes began to water and she fanned her face with her fingers. "My babies are tiny. Like baby cucumbers." Mira added. Now she was sobbing, Mira was unsure if it was her hormones that made her want to cry or if she genuinely wanted to cry but one thing certainly rang in her mind.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to baby sized pickles. And the thought made her eyes water even more till tears rolled down her face in a thin line.
"I gave birth to pickles!" Mira screamed aloud. Now she pointed her hand toward Ming Tao and tapped his chest. "Your pickles!" She blurted out. "It is like your seed grew up into bigger seeds and it almost killed me." Mira sucked in a deep breath then let out an exhale. "And it came out of my hooha as pickles." Her face began to crease. Mira's lips parted open and she began to wail.
