The queue is slow and I’m feeling nervous, it has been some time and I already knew it was going to take even more, however, by watching the others with their kids I feel something towards my child... I think its shame.

            I made him carefully, joining his little hands with a very fine needle and I got my fingers pricked with it, his legs are made with cloth-covered metal to give him firmness, the torso can spin almost completely and the joints and arms work fine, and they even stretch a little, is finished by hand, of course but I made him with dedication. Is lined with soft cloth and resistant, the color is thin but constant, I should feel satisfied.

            I can said I made him with determination, I spent entire nights making the model since the moment I got the inspiration, that day when I saw his little smiling face looking at me from the mirror. I researched some molding techniques and I put myself in it, the result is of a soft pink-skin color with an uniform smooth surface but looking at the other kids I can help but feeling uneasy, most of the parents brought kids like mine, made with the hand of an enthusiast person.

But one without talent.

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            There are just a few parents who brought really amazing kids, the woman in the front has a precious one, she can’t stop talking about the years she spent assembling a light and resistant body made with cutting edge materials, she says that once her kid is alive he will be able to jump like a cat and perform in every sport like a pro, the outside is also splendid, he looks completely molded in one piece although she said that is an ivory latex cover to give him that soft and firm appearance.

            The one three turns behind me admits to have neglected the body to focus on the mind, he says that his son has a linked sapphire brain, and a nervous system sensible to all kind of surfaces. He says that no matter what his kid decides to do he will be a genius even when he seems to suggest that the kid will be an artist.

            I see my kid again, he looked so beautiful when I just finished him, now he looks rough and graceless.

Brain?

Structure?

Materials?

It never went through my head, I just wanted a child of mine, I thought it would be enough just with having him but now I’m not sure.

            My turn has come and I’m standing in front of the machine, the animator looks at me and there are voices in the back of the row. I don’t know what to do but I advance and let him on the platform... and slowly my son comes alive.