There is a young boy who often passes by my street and, every time he sees me, he points at my pregnancy and the only thing he says is: “You are carrying a serpent! Stop this pregnancy! Do not bring it into the world!”

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued walking.

Perhaps it had all been just an absurd coincidence.

As I walked, my hand instinctively rested on my belly.

Just two months pregnant.

It was still hard to imagine that a new life was growing inside me.

Suddenly I felt a slight pain in my stomach.

It wasn’t very strong, but it was strange enough to catch my attention.

I stopped for a moment.

I took a deep breath.

The pain disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared.

“It’s probably normal,” I muttered to myself.

I had read that the body changes a lot during the first few months of pregnancy.

I decided to go back home.

But just as I was about to turn the final corner onto my street…

I heard a familiar voice.

—I told you it wasn’t too late yet.

My body froze instantly.

I recognized that voice.

I slowly turned my head.

The same boy was sitting on an old garbage container across the street.