The Cute little Peach

The first thing I realized when my vision cleared, and I got my hand on a compact mirror.

I had freckles.

Light brown specks on my nose and cheeks. Not too many that it's overwhelming, but the right amount. I also have a freaky load of hair on top of my infant head.

Literally, it's so poufy and thick.

My eyes also match the same color of my hair, a peachy pink.

At least it makes sense now why I was called Momo, I literally resemble a peach.

However, as cute as Momo is, I hope it's not my name. It's sweet to be called the sweetest and most delicious fruit to humanity, but it's so uncreative.

I put the mirror down and really hope Momo was just an infant nickname that will disappear as I got older.

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No such luck, I came to the conclusion that my name really is Momo.

So uncreative.