Dear Y,

Sometimes I wish my parents wouldn't live to the age where I am expected to have kids. If all existence stopped by the time I'm 30 - it's sometimes easier than the thought of telling my parents what I want

I don't want kids, really. I see people pushing strollers - the palm-sized shoes poised perfectly in shop windows, and sometimes inside me lurches like I hit roadkill. They've told me they want more. They want those strollers and pointless shoes with the bows and buckles that don't work. My parents want me holding that stroller and whatever else and Smiling at them with gratitude, brimming with it.