You and Mira tried to continue on with your lives but no one can easily live longer than a century or suppose to have this many children at once. Mira was trying to stop herself from giving birth but it wasn’t going well. Her 16 children were growing within her and she did not like it. You were steadily growing older as well and you didn’t like it. Your families were growing older as well and wanted the both of you to go on.
“You should do so. We’ll be alright.” Your great granddaughter said.
You looked at her and saw she was a couple years older and holding the hand of her child. She was also pregnant again and decently big. You smiled and convinced Mira to let it go as well. She was afraid to do so but her children convinced her. She went into labor and popped one after another out. The stress of all this was what brought her demise and she died after the 12th one was born. You weren’t so peaceful. You had a bit of a heart attack before turning to dust. They were all glad that you were both gone and no longer in that state of suffering.
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