The mother and daughter talked affectionately and I listened quietly, imagining myself as my sister. Mom would gently touch my smiling face, hug me lovingly and blame herself for not giving me a healthy body.
My sister touched Mom's belly and asked, "Mom, if you have another child, does that mean you don't love me anymore?"
Mom shook her belly firmly, "You're my only child. This one in my belly was born just for you. You'll always be my treasure."
My sister looked at me anxiously and asked again, "What if my brother is healthier than me? If I had my brother’s health, wouldn't Mom and Dad have to worry about me?"
My father's eyes were filled with tears at my sister's understanding. He hugged Mom and sister in his arms, his voice choking with sobs.
He said, "No, even if Mom and Dad have other children, you're still the most important."
They cried outside and I cried in my mom’s belly. I refused to listen to their plans. I wanted to make their efforts go in vain. I pulled the umbilical cord and bit down hard.
"Ah!" Mom cried out in pain. Cold sweat soaked Mom's clothes.
After Mom had Dad take my sister out, she cursed at her belly. "Are you a beast? Don't you know how hard your sister has waited for you? And if you're still making a fuss, what if it affects the quality of your umbilical cord blood? All my hard work will be in vain!"
What baby wanted to be born with a purpose? I hated my sister, I hated my mother, I hated my father.
I tugged at the umbilical cord, spinning in circles in my belly. Mom was in so much pain she couldn't even scream. I thought I'd die after all this suffering. But her superpowers were truly remarkable. Although she was weakened, I've managed to stay safely inside her belly.
"You're truly not as good as Bianca. I gave birth to Bianca peacefully and without suffering. Only this..." Mom, concerned about the presence of others, stopped talking. I knew she wanted to scold me.
It was so obvious whether she loved me or not. I was almost seven months old and she still hadn't given me a name. The other child kept calling me and she only called me baby when she was in a good mood.
I felt a little anxious. I was almost seven months pregnant. Mom and Dad had discussed having me delivered by cesarean section. At that point, life and death were no longer my decision.