Part 5 - Snippet of Solo's Diary
[After Colony 212
1st of April
I know Mill is going to laugh at me for keeping a diary, but who cares
anyway. I want to savor the memories I'm having and maybe when I am old,
I'll look back at this diary and smile at the memories.
This year April's Fool was full of delight. I managed to get Mill back
for his white day lie. The poor guy is probably still trying to
convince his parents to let him stay in the dorm before his "second
sister" is born. Wonder how long it'll take him to figure out my lie.
[Oh, here he comes. Time for a second revenge.]
"Gillian, you hear that bellow. Your brother sure is anxious to take
us to the amusement park
"Yay!! We're coming, bro!"
After Colony 212
2nd of May
[Mom was having his first attack of pain this morning: right when he
was cooking breakfast for me and Dad. The pain came so suddenly that
Mom jerked violently. It caused the boiling oil in the pan he held to
splash onto his hand. Mom hissed and dropped the pan, splashing a
little oil on his legs as well. Dad was beside himself. With lightning
speed, he lifted Mom and carried him to the bedroom, shouting for Dr.J
to come down.
I turned the stove off before following Dad. Dr.J arrived at the same
time as I and started checking Mom. He said this was expected and there was
nothing we could do but wait till the pain disappeared. Mom didn't cry
out but it pained me more to see Mom whimper painfully, holding his
stomach. Dad sat next to Mom and held his hand. He looked like a
guilty murderer, no doubt that Dad felt like a moron for letting Mom
face the pain alone when bearing me. I stood by the bed, not caring
whether I was late for school. I felt helpless watching Mom suffer and
knowing from his diary that it would take an hour for the pain to go
The pain disappeared fifteen minutes later, much to our surprise. Dr.
J checked Mom again and concluded that Mom's second pregnancy was much
easier than the first one, probably because Mom's body hadn't completely returned
to normal after having me. Again I was reminded that it had
been only five months for Mom since his last pregnancy. Only five
months ago, he still had me in his stomach and writhed in pain for an
hour twice or thrice every day. Now he is being subjected to the same pain
Dad's usually cheerful violet eyes were full of torment at witnessing
Mom's suffering. He kept holding Mom's hand and stroking Mom's hair
gently, even after the pain left. Dr J and I left the room to give
them some time together. I went back to the kitchen and tried to make
something edible for breakfast. Looking back at the black eggs and
stony potatoes, I think I inherited Dad's cooking skills rather than
Mom's. Both Dad and I didn't step out of the house today.
Dad and Mom walked out of the room an hour later. Mom wanted to cook,
but Dad stubbornly kept him out of the kitchen. He said he and I would
cook from now on. Despite Dad's clumsy cooking, Mom was happy when Dad
cooked him omelets though. It seemed he craved the same thing for this
second pregnancy. Have to remember to ask Dad about the recipe.
The second pain attack happened six hours after the first. Again Dr. J
said Mom had it easy this time. I had wished for many siblings, but I'm
happy to have just one. From Dad's determined eyes, there will be no
more siblings. I don't mind. I can't imagine how painful it was for Mom to
carry me if this torture was called easy. Dad and I vowed at that time
to make Mom happy always.
After the pain was totally gone, I brought Mom's birthday present that
Dad and I had gotten yesterday into the bedroom where Mom was laying.
We had planned to give it to him after breakfast but then that
happened. Mom's tired blue eyes widened when I entered with a puppy in
my arms. It was a great idea of Dad's to get Mom a pet. He was totally
taken with the puppy, which is now called Wing, and vice versa. Wing
is a mutt, but I can see he will grow as big as a Saint Bernard will.
We waited till Mom fell asleep with the puppy also asleep in his arms
then silently shuffled out of the room. Outside, we shared the cooking
responsibilities. Since Dad had cooked today, the next day would be my turn.
Dr J muttered something about not having to eat human food anymore. I
guess I gotta learn to cook better or we will end up with take out
food every day. Not good for Mom and my little sister.
Note to self: remember to remind Dad about condoms after my sister is