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That morning


Sunlight poured through the window

My face pressed against a rumpled pillow

"Wake up" a voice hissed

And grabbing my wrist

Tugged me out of bed that morning

 

"What is it" I exclaimed

"It's time" he proclaimed

My mother stood there

And watching her stand in the kitchen, I felt a chill in the air

Something monumental was about to occur that morning

 

She let out a sound of disdain

And a nearly fell over with pain

Her husband left my side

"We have to hurry" she said with a sigh

Few words were exchanged that morning

 

The streets were nealry empty

Even though my thoughts were plenty

As the car raced down the road

Until suddenly it began to slow

They took me to my grandfather's house that morning

 

I got out of the car 

But I didn't get far

Before my mother called out for me

And placed made me place a hand on her huge tummy

I was going to have a new sister that morning

 

She stared deep into my eyes

And without a waving goodbye

She mouthed "I love you"

Only leaving a kiss which she blew

I said farewell to my mother that morning

 

I understood now

My whole life was about to be changed somehow

For I was no longer a child in need of immediate attention

And for this there was not method of prevention

I was not a kid anymore

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