(Arata)
I had hardly left the bathroom to head down and have breakfast with Mom when I felt this wetness between my legs. The watery liquid spilt out, pooling on my bedroom floor.
I knew what that meant, the doctor had informed me and given details on what I needed to do when that happened.
But I panicked and stared down at the mess I had made for a while, holding my pregnant belly. "Oh! Baby…"
And then I shouted again, "Mom! Mom!" Standing very still as if afraid of finding out what would happen if I moved.
Afraid that my baby will pop out and fall down on the floor. Although I knew that contractions were to follow before that could happen, still, somehow, a fear clutched at my heart.
My hyperactive brain projected so many wrong scenarios that I had to jerk my head.
Hearing my horror-filled shouts, Mom rushed inside. The fear clung to each and every feature of hers.
