My Baby Hatched From a Pearl

Summary

The man I loved disappeared, leaving behind nothing but a single pearl.

I thought it was his goodbye gift.

Then the pearl cracked open, and a tiny fish crawled out.

He loved live shrimp, hated wearing socks, and snored in his sleep like a dolphin calling to its pod.

I made $3,500 a month. I spent $4,800 keeping him alive and happy.

As for his deadbeat father...

Five years. Not so much as a ripple.

I used to go to the beach every day and wait for him.

Then I stopped waiting. Eventually, I stopped even looking at the ocean.