I think the 2 pregnancies were ahead of me. Then i remember when i was a kid, my mother went to the hospital then something about baby inside the box. I think that was her fourth and last miscarriage.
I wish i had at least an eeny weeny memory of them. All I could remember were the palm-reading games we played with my friends as kids, and then they would tell me that the lines of my palm indicated that I'm a "jealous" kind that's why my siblings were dead. Talking about brutal sibling rivalry. @.@
Looking at the number 4 on the form, it felt weird.
I'm supposed to have an Ate or Kuya (i'm not really sure with the gender), and I'm supposed to be a big sister Ate. For a moment, I felt un-alone.
But then they're all just a number on a medical form. And, I felt alone.
To my 4 siblings, I will celebrate national sibling day from now on!
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