𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗫𝗜𝗖𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗 ➵ 𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗈𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈

17.

You can't recall anything about your life when you were at the age of three. Well, most people generally cannot remember anything before they turn three, but some scientists argue that adults can remember important events such as the birth of a younger sibling, when they reached that age.

"Papa, will Mama be okay?" You asked your father, your voice tinged with concern. Your father looked down at you, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he placed his large hands on top of your head, engulfing it in his grasp. "Don't worry, she'll be fine." He tousled your hair, and you beamed back at him, feeling reassured.

Your small feet dangled from the chair, unable to reach the tiled floor. You were at the hospital, sitting next to your father, while your mother was in the emergency room. You didn’t fully understand what was happening, but you knew your mother had a huge bump.

A baby.

That's what they told you, that you'll become an older sister once your younger sister comes out. You were ecstatic when you heard the news, you always have wanted to have a younger sibling. Isao stared at you, he leaned on his seat as he glanced at the window of the emergency room. They're still preparing Hikari for the labor.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. The sterile smell of the hospital and the muffled sounds of hurried footsteps and distant voices created a surreal atmosphere. You clung to your father's side, his presence a comforting anchor in the unfamiliar setting. He was supposed to be in there with his wife, but Isao chosed to stay by your side because he can't have you be all alone, even if Sebasu was present. His mother had accompanied Hikari in the room.

Nurses and doctors occasionally hurried past, their expressions serious but composed. You watched them with wide eyes, trying to glean any information from their faces. Your father continued to reassure you, his voice calm and steady, though you could see the worry etched into the lines of his forehead.

"Its been hours, when can we see them?" You're leaning on your father's arm, looking up at him, seeing him look down on your and just gently patted your arms. He meets your gaze, his eyes softening as he gently pats your arm.

"Soon," he replies, his voice soothing. "The doctors are taking care of Mama and your new sister. It won't be much longer now." He offers a small, reassuring smile, but you can see the fatigue and worry etched in his features.

You nod, trying to be patient, but the minutes feel like hours. The hospital seems to buzz with activity all around you, yet time moves at a snail's pace. You cling to your father's side, your small hand grasping his tightly, seeking comfort in his steady presence.

This was something that you wished to never forget.

The feeling of his arms protectively wrapped around your figure.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the door to the emergency room opens, and a nurse steps out, her expression was warm, she had a sofr smile on her face as she approach the two of you. "Shinomiya-san, you can see them now," she says, her voice gentle.

Your father's shoulders relax, and he stands up, holding your hand firmly. "Come on," he says, helping you down the bench. Holding his hand tightly as the two of you navigate through the hallway. You couldn't help but to look around the walls of the hospital, it was pristine and plain, nothing to awe at. You heart races with anticipation as you approach your mother's room.

The door is slightly ajar, and as you step inside, you see your mother lying in bed, looking tired but glowing with happiness. In her arms is a tiny bundle wrapped in a soft blanket. Next to her was your grandmother, she had a smile on her face as she looks at the baby in your mother's arms.