My breath hitched.
I stood still, astounded.
An acute pain in my heart made my tears flow down as my eyes were glued at my beloved parents who's crying but with sweet smile on their faces.
"You're gonna have a sibling sweeheart."
That word made my whole life turn upside down. An idea of having a baby sister nor a baby brother made me feel sick.
If ever I was dreaming, please someone wake me up. This is such a nightmare.
My heart ache, it was like a sharp knife has been stabbed on it.
Both mom and dad have tears running down their cheeks. Their eyes were swelling, their nose were red.
"Are you happy?" For a second time, mom asked.
This is it.
I took all of my courage to speak and looked straight into mom's eyes. "Does it mean…" I stammered. It feels like there was something stuck in my throat, stopping me from speaking. I gulped hard, my lips were shivering. "We're gonna be two? You and dad gonna have two kids?"