As the car neared my neighborhood, I said, “I want to go with you to the hospital to see my sister.”
My parents and brother agreed easily. My mother added, “It’s a good chance to make an appointment and get a checkup, too.”
The baby shouted, “You lied about going home! Liars must be punished!”
A sudden, sharp pain hit my stomach. Cold sweat appeared on my back. He hurt me because I didn’t listen! Was I carrying a baby or a demon?
The closer we got to the hospital, the more my stomach hurt. Finally, my heart ached too. I gritted my teeth, holding the car window so hard my veins bulged.
But as I forced myself to my sister’s room, the pain suddenly stopped. The baby didn’t move and the silence felt strange. My doubts grew stronger.
In the room, my mother held my hand and said, “Sophia, this is your sister, Abigail.”
My sister, Abigail, looked pale in her loose hospital gown. When my mother put my hand in hers, I felt a sudden fear; not mine, but the baby’s! He was scared of my sister.
I tried to pull my hand away, but my sister held it firmly. She looked at me seriously and said, “Sister, we finally meet.”