I’m an only(?) child. I’ve been living together with my parents and some relatives since I-don’t-know-when. We are an extended family – and it’s quite hard but I can say I’m happy.The longing for a sibling, a big brother or a little sister [my parents prefer a little girl], has been bugging my mind since I knew how sad it is to be the only child. I always have a cousin or two living with us to at least fill the missing players of our home, but then again, a sibling is a sibling. I thought this yearning would be forever – until…
Around 8:00PM earlier, a family friend from Tondo called my father – and he delivered the most unlikely good news: there was a newly born baby girl left on a secret abortion clinic! Actually, it was aborted by the real parents but luckily, the 7 month-old child survived and is now breathing. One thing’s for sure: it needs a family.
We were all shocked – we wanted that baby!
But we can’t have her, not now… not while my mother is still under recovery.
I saw the face of both my parents: their lips expressed joy, but their eyes wore pain. I felt the same way, and at the same time I felt sympathy for that little girl and loathe for her mother.
I thought I’ll finally have a little sister [I’ll name her Hermione!], oh well, that’s life.
