by Anastasia Cojocaru
Mommy can’t read stories to me anymore. My little brother is here now. I told everyone that I was going to have a little brother or sister and I was kissing my mommy’s humongous belly every night before going to bed.
He cries a lot. I don’t understand how something so small can make so much noise. Did I cry so much when I was a baby girl? I need to ask mommy. Mommy is always busy around the house now. She rarely sits down. My little brother always needs something to be done for him.
Yesterday mommy sent me to the pharmacy to buy a breast milk pump. I’ve never seen one before. The picture on the box looked like a balloon attached to the mouth of a glass bottle cut in half.
Today she’s sitting down, pumping breast milk for my little brother and reading a story to me from the Grimm’s Fairy Tales.