My Family Told Me To Call A Cab When Labor Started Then Came Asking To See The Baby

Mom. Dad. And surprisingly, Brianna.

The three of them stood on my porch, an awkward tableau of familial obligation. Mom carried a pink gift bag, already wrapped with a bow. Dad looked uncomfortable, his hands shoved into his pockets. Brianna looked irritated, as though this entire situation had somehow become an inconvenience for her.

Mom smiled, the continue reading …