Friends, Love and Risks

Chapter 3: The Aroma To My Raison D'être

Chapter 3: The Aroma To My Raison D'être

The problem is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.

It was another day of my cheerful, felicitous life. I and my father were chatting about my studies and career at the dinning table. Adding a little knowledge to your notebook, I passed with A asterisks in 8th grade. My parents were more than happy; it felt great to know that I was the reason behind their ecstasy. I had easily got what I wished for, an iPad. Well, getting back to topic in hand, we were waiting for Mum to serve us with the dinner. She had a secret recipe to prepare some scrumptious food. The thought left me drooling like a bull dog. Mum soon brought a green coloured Italian dish named Orecchiette; no need to mention I was already a biggest fan of it. I was soon found stuffing the food in my mouth. But it does not has that charm of my mother's hands. Something was missing. I let my gazes up from the food and let it fall on my mother who was dripping sweats. It was not really hot as it is on the usual days. The wind outside was nearly frosting all the windows.

"I-I need to tell you something," I was brought back from a short trance to real life and found my mother stuttering.

"Yes honey, what is it?" my father inquired between mouthfuls. I was still staring at my mother.

"Look, I know this is a bit too sudden and maybe you won't believe it. When I got to know about it I was myself in shock. And we weren't planning on it and this is all so..."

"What's the matter, Mum? You're making me curious." I asked presumptuously. I could feel an aura of tension and inquisitiveness developing. My father had now shifted his eyes from the meal to Mum and furrowed his eyebrows.

"I-I-I...I'm pregnant!" Mum squeezed her eyes shut as she uttered the last word. My eyes were wide with shock yet happiness yet bewilderment yet worry; don't blame me for using three yets in a sentence, I was perplexed at the moment.

My father had his mouth open so big I could bet Carniolan honeybee to prepare a beehive inside it. It took him nearly a minute to process Mum's words.

"This is the best birthday gift EVER!" Dad shrieked as he jumped across the dinner table to squelch Mum in what is known as a 'breath-taking hug'. He took the phrase to a whole literal level.

Tear glands working together spiked my eyes with teardrops witnessing the perfect family moment. But wait.

"Dad, it's not your birthday today." I declared sibilating on the S.

"Who the heck cares! It sure is the best gift ever." Dad out-cried and I chuckled on his remark. In a jiffy, I completed the perfect moment with a group hug.

After a long, 9-month period of wait, SHE finally came into existence. Yes, my little sister Lily (I had already chosen the name for her). She grew up to become the cutest thing on the Galaxy (which reminds me of Galaxy chocolate. Yum. Sorry, if I digress). We had a lot in common and I would help her out when she got scolded by Mum. But to my utter puzzlement, she was developing in contrast to us. She had blond hair for once whereas Mum had auburn and Dad's were sunset brown. Her eyes were sea blue while Mum's were hazel and Dad had dark green. I shrugged away the illogical thoughts focusing on the granola bar I was munching on. Lily and I had grown some kind of strong bond between us encompassing the passion of adoration.

Everything was going great until (I always found this phrase really horrid) my Lily Wily fell the victim of anaemia of chronic blood loss. She was in dire need of blood and quick. I would cuddle into a corner like a foetus. Mum and Dad, on the other hand, rushed from pillar to post. Both of my parents were ready to risk the amount of blood loss they would entail to save Lily and so was I. The doctor came out of the I.C.U where Lily was currently admitted in.