Angel (3)

7 months later, 2011

"I'm done with dinner, mom, sit down and I'll serve you."

In the kitchen at home after preparing dinner, Miguel with pots and dishes in hand goes to the dinner table and begins to prepare his mother's dish.

"Here mom, rice, beans and egg, the way you like it"

With a smile Miguel pushes the plate along with the cutlery to his mother, while she looks without speaking for a few seconds.

"Thank you. Eat too, after we're done, we need to talk."

With a face showing discomfort, his mother takes the cutlery and begins to eat slowly.

"Alright, mom"

Without understanding why his mother was upset or the subject of the conversation, Miguel also started to eat without saying anything, but showing a little concern, since his mother rarely asked him to talk seriously.

After a few minutes listening to the creaking of the cutlery on the plate, and wash the dishes, Miguel goes to the living room and finds his mother sitting on the couch, watching TV with a hand caressing her belly.

"I'm done mom, what did you want to talk about? Is the baby kicking? I'm curious to find out the sex. Hehe"

Sitting on the sofa and placing his hand on his mother's belly, Miguel feels a kick from the baby and puts a smile on his face, and tries to lighten the mood for the conversation a little.

"He's saying" hi "to you. Hehe"

Caressing her belly, the mother smiles slightly, for a moment shows a warm look, but soon returns with a look still uncomfortable.

"Son, it's been a while since I realized there is no shortage of food at home, and you almost never ask for money to buy your medicines. Not to mention that you are always coming home late. What's going on? Your eating? Have you stopped taking it your medications? What are you doing after school every day? "

Looking deeply into Miguel's eyes, his mother questions him harshly.

Surprised by his mother's question, Miguel starts to think of some good excuse, since he didn't expect she to ask him so abruptly, because it had been 7 months since he had deceived his parents who never showed to know, because they were always working. But now with her 8-month-old pregnant mother, she needed to stay at home, and she began to notice some abnormalities that were occurring, such as food and medicine that did not decrease in quantity, and Miguel always coming home later.

Trying his best not to appear desperate, Miguel in two seconds tries to think of some excuse, as he still didn't think it was time to reveal the truth to his parents.

"Mom, I'm coming home late because I'm going to a friend's house after school to do homework and then play games, that's also why the food doesn't end quickly, because I often end up having dinner there."

Looking deeply at Miguel, but sensing by maternal instinct that he was not being sincere, the mother sharpens her eyes and continues to question harshly.

"Why didn't you tell us about it then? You know you need to get as much rest as possible because of your problem. What's going on with the medicines?"

Swallowing his saliva, and trying as hard as possible to stay with a poker face, Miguel responds with his voice tapering slightly, but it is noticeable to your mother.

"Do you remember that a few months ago I said that I was improving a lot? That I had no more headaches, or nausea? Because I improved a lot, I stoped up taking my medicine, I only take it when I feel bad, and I almost don't. That is why I haven't used almost anything ... "

"Mr. Miguel Santos Almeida. Are you lying to me?"

Being cut by his mother, Miguel finds it difficult to maintain his poker face, and his eyes widen a little.

'Cutting me and calling me by my full name ... I'm clearly dead.'

"Mom..."

"Ouch"

Being interrupted a little before confessing, Miguel sees a huge lump in his mother's belly, and together he smells what seemed to be bleach in the air.

"Mom, how are you? Did the baby kick you?"

"More like a head butt. Quick, call your dad and let him know that the bag is broken. I'll pack the baby's things in my bag, and you call the car to take us to the hospital. Quick!"

'My god, you haven't even been born yet and you're already helping me, little brother ... But isn't it early yet for you to be born?'

With his mother getting up and heading towards the bedroom, Miguel is in a state of shock for a few moments, but gets up and starts to do what his mother asked, showing a little concern.

'Rrring! Rrrrring! '

"Hello? Son? Is everything okay?"

"Dad, mom said the bag broke, I called a car and we're going to the hospital."

"But already? We are 3 weeks early ... Help her, I'm going to the hospital now."

"OK Bye."

Turning off his cell phone, Miguel calls the car through an app, and talks to his mother again.

"Okay, mom, he's going to the hospital now, lean on my shoulder and let's go, the car will come in 4 minutes." Miguel says after finishing everything, and helping to pack the bag with some baby things.

"Let's go before this baby hurries out of me and drags us out by force. Hehe." responds the mother holding her huge belly, while feel some light kicks from the baby.

Leaning on Miguel's shoulder, they both slowly walk to the front of the house to wait for the car and head to the hospital.

Dawn of the other day, 2011

Outside a delivery room, listening to some screams from his mother and the obstetrician talking, Miguel is praying with both hands together, so that everything will work out and his brother will be born healthy.

'Will it be all right? I hope you weren't born prematurely because of our conversation from before ... '

'URRRGH'

'A little more, mother, only the bottom part is missing. That's it. Done! Gongratulations mother, It's a little girl! Hold her a little. '

'WAAAAHHH'

Hearing a cry inside the room, Miguel starts to cry along with a smile.

'So it's a little sister ...'

'WAAAAAAAHHHH'

'So beautiful ... Look, dear, our daughter.'

After seeing his mother talking to his father, Miguel, already wearing an apron and gloves, enters the room and sees his parents with smiles on their faces and tears in their eyes, hugging each other.

"WAAAAAAAAAAHHH"

Seeing Miguel come in, his parents give him warm looks along with a smile, while the baby crying in his arms.

"Look son, this is your little sister, come and meet."

Coming closer with teary eyes, Miguel looks at his sister and she quickly stops crying slowly, showing a look of curiosity, and then gives her a smile, that even though there were no teeth, he was sure it was the most beautiful smile in the world.

"Oh my god, she's smiling at you!"

"So beautiful haha"

Smiling back, Miguel hands his finger for his sister to hold, still with teary eyes and saying nothing because he seems to have a lump stuck in his throat.

"Well ... It's a girl, so is your name decided?" Says his father with a peaceful look watching the scene of his children smiling at each other.

"Yes ... no name is more perfect than that ... The little angel of our family, Gabriela."

With tears of happiness falling from her eyes, and lavishing happiness when she speaks, the mother looks at her children warmly, in a scene that could be painted in a work of art and signed with the name "Happiness".

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