After Mom had Dad take my sister out, she cursed at her belly. "Are you a beast? Don't you know how hard your sister has waited for you? And if you're still making a fuss, what if it affects the quality of your umbilical cord blood? All my hard work will be in vain!"
What baby wanted to be born with a purpose? I hated my sister, I hated my mother, I hated my father.
I tugged at the umbilical cord, spinning in circles in my belly. Mom was in so much pain she couldn't even scream. I thought I'd die after all this suffering. But her superpowers were truly remarkable. Although she was weakened, I've managed to stay safely inside her belly.
"You're truly not as good as Bianca. I gave birth to Bianca peacefully and without suffering. Only this..." Mom, concerned about the presence of others, stopped talking. I knew she wanted to scold me.
It was so obvious whether she loved me or not. I was almost seven months old and she still hadn't given me a name. The other child kept calling me and she only called me baby when she was in a good mood.