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My phone begins ringing and vibrating violently








I wake up in an agitated state and fumble around in the darkness for it











"I think the baby's coming," she breathe's painfully











My eyes widen with attention

















"Wake your aunt. I'm coming," I say, my voice strained and dripping with anxiety

















I brush my teeth really quickly before throwing on some joggers














Tears begin welling in my eyes as I hastily back out of the driveway











"My baby's coming."

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