The Lost Girl

The Pregnancy.

"What if told you I was having a baby?" Those words escaped out of my mom's mouth and I couldn't believe what I just had heard. Another sibling? Now the thought of having another kid in the house was dreadful but then again I always did want to be older than somebody and boss someone around just like my older siblings did to me. This was shocking though, so many questions running through my head it felt like my brain was going to explode.  All I could manage to do was smile and shriek since I had so many emotions bottled up inside me. This was so crazy, I had no words. I was flabbergasted as one must say.

"But shh you can't tell anyone! Your brother and sister still don't know about this." First, I find out im having a brother/sister and now I have to keep it a secret from everybody? Man, as if. Few weeks later we decided to out to eat but sadly my brother couldn't go. So it was just my mom, stepdad, sister and me, we went to this amazing Italian restaurant.

While sitting down and waiting for our food to arrive, my mother decided to make "small talk." By small talk she meant she was going to tell my sister the big news. "I'm pregnant." Wow, very subtle mom. Not! My sister's face was priceless, she was in total shock, no words just an open mouth. "Liar! You're not pregnant. Haha, what? No." My sister said as she tried to cooperate, I, on the other hand was enjoying this. Why? Cause my sister was acting like a lunatic in public all because my mother stated she was pregnant.

"Shhh, callate Magaly." My mom smiled. As soon as my sister saw my mother smiling and my overly excited expression with my stepdad being serious as always, she knew she wasn't kidding, nor lying.

Few months later...

My mom was 5 months and it has been crazy! With the cravings and the groans, and complaints. "Laly! Can I get some water?" "Laly bring me tissues." "Laly!" "Laly." "Laly!" Since everybody in the family worked, I was at home babysitting my own mother, and taking care of her cravings the best way possible. Don't get me wrong I was super excited to have a little sibling running around and taking care of him/her.

"Yes, you can go to Atlanta, but be on your best behavior please Laly." My mother said one last time as I ran to my room and quickly started packing. Never did I think that my mother would let me go to Georgia all by myself! This was going to be so exciting. Even though I've gone to Georgia my whole life since I was a kid, every time I go feels like the first. Two hours later and I'm officially done packing, sucks being procrastinator simply because you never get things done as fast as you want them to be.

Georgia weather was always the best weather. Why? Because it was never too hot nor too cold but just right. Except the day I arrived to Atlanta. Rainy and cold. Not a combination. My aunt picked me up and decided to quick stop at target in a weather like this, but how can I blame her? It was target! We did some light grocery shopping and called it a day before the rain got any uglier. We all arrived safe and sound to my aunts house and I stepped in the shower, changed and called it a day.

The next morning was blissful, nice breakfast and once again some shopping. Did some sight seeing in downtown, took some pictures and went to work. Yes, I said work. A hostess at my uncles restaurant. It was very fun, except Wednesdays  since it was taco night, and it gets so crazy in there! Since me being me I wanted to spend the day with my mother uncle Eri.

Him and his wife took me to a nearby mall and went to buy me a build a bear. I was 14 and still wanted a bear from that store simply because they were so fun to make! As we were going down the escalators, I "accidentally" ease drop into one of his text messages that was from my mom. "Hey, i'm in the hospital, please don't tell laly. She'll get really worried. I'll keep you updated. - Briss." And just like that my heart dropped. Suddenly I didn't feel like going to the movies, or eating frozen yogurt. I just wanted to go home and sleep.. Why was my mom in the hospital I thought. What's wrong? How's the baby? All these questions roaming around my head I felt like screaming.

As soon as I got home I ran upstairs and laid down. My head was killing me, I didn't know what to do. Should I call my mom? No. She'll call me. Nothing bad is going to happen just chillax I kept telling myself. All I remember is my eyes getting heavier and my sight getting darker and darker ..