"When will Mom come back from the hospital?" I ask my 7-year-old sister. "I don't know Nora. So, can you pls stop asking me?" she says. I look down at the floor, disappointed. Our babysitter came over to us with her phone in her hand. She was talking in the other room, wasn't she? " Girls, I just talked with your dad and he told me to dress you two up," she says hurriedly. "Why?" Nova asks. "It's kind of complicated. I will tell you on the way there."
~ 10 minutes later~
Our babysitter goes home while we go to the hospital. On the way there, our Dad tells us something I was honestly not expecting to hear: We are getting a baby brother. My sister was hopping up and down in the car, excited to meet our baby brother. While I thought we were getting one of my doll's legs fixed. I was also pleased because my parents finally listened to me and took the doll to the hospital. But I had a feeling in my gut that my theory was wrong. Because why would my sister, who hates dolls, be excited about mine getting repaired? That just didn't make sense.
While I was racking my brain over here, we arrived at the hospital. My Dad held my hand up to the second floor. And when my Dad let go of my hand, I came to my senses. We were standing in front of a white door. When my Dad opened it, we went in. The whole room was white. My Mom was lying on a bed in one of the corners of the room. Beside the bed was an even smaller bed. Or is it even a bed? When I looked closely, I noticed that it wasn't a bed, it was a... tray? Huh? That's strange. Why would someone put a roll of blankets on a tray?
Just then, someone pulled my hand and towed me towards