"Are you pregnant?" he asked, catching me off guard. Embarrassment flooded through me, my cheeks turning red. Just days ago, it was my family asking the same question. I wanted to respond with a firm ~no, I am not~ but the words caught in my throat, unable to escape. Instead, I blurted out. "Yes, I am. Why do you care? Anyway, It's not your baby," the words spilled out in a barely audible whisper, barely reaching his ears. "I know it's not mine because I don't impregnate kids," he replied bluntly. His words struck a nerve, making me humiliated. ____________________________________________ . First Story ~Bound By Diagnosis~ . ____________________________________________