Chapter 2

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You see, my mom got pregnant with us when she was 20.

I always thought that I was quiet (besides Eros he barely talked) so when my Mom told me that I was the loudest one out of us born, I was very surprised!

She had joked that there was no need for the doctor to spank me- I was already crying as soon I popped out! Of course, I laughed it off (I was 5 at the time) but I remember that when I went to sleep that night, I thought:

Maybe we cried cause we didn't have a Daddy

Maybe we because we entered this world alone

Maybe it was super cold

But I decided right then and there that it might have been cause we knew we would become a burden for Mommy. I think my brother thought the same thing because he had climbed up on my bed and opened his arms and I hugged him. Back then my brother didn't really talk to anyone- I always understood what He was trying to say- Even now.I relaxed as I felt his heartbeat.

"You're Wrong" he said.

"You know it's true, though" He shook his head

"No...The lady across the street says that ALL child- children are gifts from God"

I stayed silent and he sat up & squished my face. "We're not a burden to Mommy, we're Gifts"

I patted his head and poked this eyebrow crease so that his face didn't look so serious. He laid back along with myself and put the covers over us. I got a closer look at him and in the dark, I could see his eyes glistening. Not wanting to see him cry( us being 5 and all), I agreed with him and wiped his eyes.

"Okay, Okay, Okay''

After a long silence, I said: "Eros can gift be a burden?"

"I Dunno ...If they're heaving enough, I guess"

We both yawned and snuggle closer. I smoothed his hair and smiled. " You're heavy"

"You too" We laughed

'Eros, Why do you barely talk to anyone?" He sighed

"Remember? Mommy said that children should be seen, not heard. And besides, don't I have you?" we stared at each other until our vision became blurry. I softly said

"We...Have...Each...other"

With soft smiles and warm hearts we fell asleep

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