It seemed like forever Matthew was waiting. All he could do was sit around and reminisce about his old life. He missed everything. His mom, his dad, he wondered if they even remembered him existing. Every day Matthew would cry. He didn't age, and he was never hungry or thirsty. It was like his soul was the thing trapped in this cursed hell.
One day, Matthew woke up from his uncomfortable sleep and didn't remember anything. He felt like he was being pushed, but he couldn't see. The pushing sensation got stronger and he wanted to cry it hurt so much. It peaked, and Matthew's head came into a new environment, and he felt air. His body followed, painfully slowly. He screeched and cried at this new sensation, until he felt a slap on his butt. He then quieted up, but tears were still rolling down his face.
A strange creature lifted him and held him next to her face. "Who's mommy's little baby boy? You are" she giggled, then said "coochie coochie coo", as she rubbed his cheeks. Matthew loved the feeling of this strange creature rubbing him and feeling him. "Mark, what should we name him?" she said. The words made no sense to Matthew, but they sounded sincere. He liked this woman.
"Let's name him Tyson." said another voice. This one was deeper, but still sounded just as nice as mommy's. Tyson turned his head towards the sound, and a new creature picked him up. "Hey little guy. Little Tyson." the voice said. "I'm your daddy!"
He saw this creature, and felt very happy in his presence. He turned you so you were looking at another man, he was tall and skinny. "That's your uncle Walter!"
Tyson made a gargling noise in delight.
"Allright, proud parents." said another voice, this one sounded less happy. "We'll have to take your son for an hour or two. You can wait in our waiting area."