Nobody likes the c-word. No, not that one. Cancer. Especially when you’re only twenty-three years old. Plans were made, medically and personally in regards to my future. One that, in my mind, always included children. Fearing the necessary treatment could render that difficult, if not impossible, I chose to make deposits with a local company. Never expecting any of it would be put in rotation. Until I get a phone call five years later informing me Zoe Kirkley is having my baby. Since the family I was born into wanted nothing to do with me, I chose to create my own. Of course, that entailed seeking help. The company is reputable and I had no qualms about trusting them with my decision. And then I learned they gave me a sample of someone who’d stored theirs for personal use only. Neither party expected such a mistake to be the best thing that ever happened to them. Author’s It’s a make-believe story. Let’s have some fun and suspend the facts of reality and just enjoy it.