CHAPTER 4: GROWING PAINS

As weeks passed, Cedric and I became inseparable at school, navigating the challenges of kindergarten together. His friendship provided a sense of belonging and eased my anxieties about fitting in.

However, the comfort of school contrasted sharply with the growing unease I felt at home. The announcement of my mother's pregnancy had left me unsettled, unsure of where I stood in my parents' lives.

One evening, as we sat down for dinner, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. My mother, a glow of excitement on her face, raised her glass to get our attention.

"Now that I finally have your attention, I have an announcement to make," she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

My father and I exchanged curious glances, waiting for her revelation.

"I'm pregnant," she announced, her smile widening with each word.

Dad's spoon clattered to his plate, shock evident on his face. My own reaction mirrored his, a mixture of disbelief and apprehension.

"Pregnant?" I whispered to myself, the word hanging heavy in the air.

Dad's initial shock gave way to joy as he enveloped my mother in a tight embrace. Meanwhile, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. A sibling meant changes, and I feared where I would fit into this new dynamic.

Excusing myself from the table, I retreated to my room, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings. Alone with my thoughts, I grappled with the implications of my mother's pregnancy.

Later that night, my mother appeared at my door, concern etched on her face. Sitting beside me, she gently inquired about my subdued demeanor.

"You didn’t look very well at the dinner table. Is everything alright?" she asked, her voice soft with concern.

Unable to articulate my fears, I finally confessed, "I'm scared."

Her eyes softened with understanding as she enveloped me in a warm embrace. "Why?" she asked gently.

"I'm scared that now you are expecting a child, you won’t want me anymore," I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush.

Her embrace tightened as she reassured me, "Don’t worry. Even with the baby, you will always be an important part of our family. We will love both of you equally."

Despite her assurances, a seed of doubt lingered in my mind. Would I still belong once the baby arrived? Would I be cast aside like the children returned to the orphanage?

As my mother bid me goodnight and left my room, I tried to push aside my fears and find comfort in her words. But beneath the surface, uncertainty gnawed at me, a reminder of the tenuousness of my place in this new family dynamic.

As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease, knowing that the arrival of a new sibling would bring both joy and upheaval to our lives.