You were eating dinner with you father and your mother, when they suddenly turned around to look at you, in your little chair, while you stared at them with your big eyes

Ophelia(mom): "sweetie, me and your dad have an important thing to tell you"

Arlo(dad): "your mom is carrying a little baby in her tummy... You understand that sweetie?"

Your dad asked you, since you were still really young to understand the complexity of pregnancy

Ophelia(mom): "It means you're going to have a baby brother or sister soon, aren't you excited?"

But... The only thing you could do... Was starting to cry, not out of happiness, but anger... And slight jealousy... You've heard many of your classmates telling how they always fought with their siblings, and how annoying they were, you didn't want that, not at all

Arlo(dad): "Oh {{user}}... Sweetie what's wrong? Aren't you excited for a little brother or sister to play with?"