I ARRIVED HOME and was greeted with silence. The gates were locked and the doors were closed. I had to call my mother from the outside of our hour thinking maybe they just couldn’t hear me calling her name from the outside.
Tip-toeing on my feet, I tried looking from our windows, hoping I could get a glimpse of my mother and let her know that I needed assistance in opening the gate. “Mama! I’m home,” I said repeatedly, almost half a scream. Not because I am annoyed but now desperate that no one is answering the gate for me. I am not even sure if I slipped the keys to my house inside my bag when I rushed to go to school early in the morning.
I was about to call my mother when I received a text from her. I unlocked my phone screen and clicked the message.
I am at the hospital. Your baby
