Sharing my writing part 1

 So, now that I am basically done writing for my childhood fiction class I figured I would share some of my content with you. This was a fiction writing class but as I am sure my fellow writers know, a lot of fiction is based off of real life experiences. 

Our Family just the Three, well Four, of Us 

“I love our family just the three of us” was the last thing I said before my world was flipped upside down. It was a peaceful Saturday, I sat in an armchair by a large open window-the sun warming my skin and glistening off the snow. The news was shared quickly and after some questions about whether I was ok or not. The truth sunk in; I was going to be a big sister! The rest of that day is a blur to me now, but it was filled with excitement and joy and the tiniest bit of fear. 

The next few weeks, I kept the secret, but it was harder than I imagined, the topic of babies kept presenting itself. Finally, the day came when I was allowed to tell my best friend. Her reaction could not have been more perfect. We hugged and jumped around in circles and chanted “Marisa is pregnant” over and over again, as only our nine-year-old selves can, and once we calmed down and we finished our playdate with a big bowl of ice-cream.  

As the school year continued and my mom’s belly got bigger, a new and scarier challenge appeared. I watched my friend and her sister get into a fight unlike I had ever seen. Filled with yelling, doors slamming and a whole week of no talking. Despite my parents’ assurance that this baby would love me, I was skeptical and had many nightmares about it-although looking back at it now, I realize how silly it was, yes there will be fights but there will always be a strong love underneath it all. 

As the day drew closer my grandparents came to visit and watch me. They put me on the bus to school on a cool, icy, February morning. Math was overwhelming-I still don’t know how to do long division-English was spelling, science was learning how to wire our doll houses and then during lunch a teacher came and tapped me on the shoulder and said I was being dismissed. All of my friends clapped. 

I walked down the blinding hospital hallway; a series of thoughts rushed through my mind. Is this sibling a he or a she? Can I hold them? Will I drop them? Will they grow up to hate me? As I enter my mom's room all that fades away and such a profound love takes its place. The warm glow, a pink hat in the hint of a smile. I'm then sitting, her body weight against my arms and chest as I hugged her closer. A few minutes later my grandma wants a turn and I'm disappointed that I have to share this bundle with the cold winter outside as well as the rest of the world from friends to family to strangers in the mall. That moment is up but my love is just beginning- it continues to grow (and occasionally fall) but she will always bring me a smile or a boo-boo needing a cuddle.