John.
My mom and my dad told me something really bad. Something so much worse than Parker Hood. God, I'm still shivering when I replay their words in my mind. How could they do this to me? Why would they do it? What did I do to deserve this? What burden has been laid upon my poor soul? What did they achieve with this? Where will this all end?
We're doomed. Let me tell you. Doomed. No, let me spell it out for you. Maybe that will make this all seem so much real, so much worse.
D-O-O-M-E-D.
Let's just sit down and take a deep breath, parents. Let's pretend for a minute that we're actually having this imaginary conversation.
Me: Do you know what you have done?
Parents: Yes. It's a terrible terrible mistake from our side. We're extremely sorry and we humbly beg for your forgiveness.
Me: You better be sorry! Have you got any idea what your actions have led to? What extreme consequences we're about to face? How apocalyptic this is? How-how life changing? I'm ashamed of you.
Parents: you're right, oh great One. We are foolish and careless people.
Damn right they are.
John you must be confused. Let me shed light upon the topic so that you aren't left in the dark.
My parents...yuck...are...I can't do this. Let my parents tell you.
Parents: We are expecting.
.......
Really, Ruben? Really?
I'll let you some space to digest the news. Are you also as flabbergasted as I am?
I should have know that there is a bun baking in my mother's oven. I, Ruben Bywaters should have know that my mom was not growing fat but in fact carrying a new Bywaters family member.
I. Should. Have. Known.
To make things worse, John:
The baby is a girl. A girl. They found out a couple of days ago and they told me today. Now I'm hiding in my room because I can't stand the sight of those traitors.
And what's even worser than that (I know you're thinking that there can't be anything worser than my new little sibling being a sister but check this out) is the fact that my mom is in her eight month.
How could I be so blind?
But now the question that arises is what do they expect me to do? Be a brother to it? Smother it with so called brotherly love.
What would Scar do in such a situation?
Scar: Damn ya old folk. Popping out a new chick? Let me get a knife so that I can cut you.
No, we definitely can't handle the situation like Scar. I don't wanna end up in Jail for murder.
Mitchell? How would he handle the situation?
Mitchell: Swell.
Nope, neither Mitchells way of handling things.
Last but not least we have Kalani Deshmukh-Smith.
Kalani: I'm equally angry as well as excited.
Kalani and I are on some wavelengths here.
I guess, John, that deep within me is a part eagerly awaiting the little doll face. I think it's good that I'm getting a little sister. I mean it can't be that bad, right?
Right?
John, don't leave me hanging here, buddy!
fyfy, Ruben
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