Too late to cry episode 1

TOO LATE TO CRY
Episode 1
I prayed for him to die before he was born, but he refused to dance to the tune of hades call. Every single time he fell ill, I wished he could just return to wherever it is he came from. Sebi I had lived alone for years before he arrived. I could go back to the way things used to be between me and my parents.
I was an only child for a long time. Six years my parents waited for me. Friends, family, my grandparents on both sides. My birth was welcomed with lots of happiness and pomp. I had a roomful of toys, clothes, shoes and everything needed to make my life enjoyable. I was the apple of everyone’s eyes. I could get a faithful nanny sacked with just a whimper.
I gloried and thrived immensely. My parents were well to do, I was spoilt rotten. My grandparents spared no expense in making feel special. I was the one and only. People were nice to me in other to curry favor from my parents. I was at the acme of life.
However as the years progressed, I got bored by the attention of the adults, most of their affections were faked and I knew it. Whenever I went shopping with my parents or aunties, and I see kids my age with their brother or sister, I had a longing to have one just like them. I thought about this so much that I was at the edge of depression. I could eat as physical hunger could feed this need. I became withdrawn and my parents and family were alarmed. I was taken to the hospital where the doctor diagnosed me of being depressed.
‘Ha-ha!’ my mother exclaimed, ‘why? Kilode, ki lo fe fa depression?’
‘Sweetheart’, my paternal grandma drooled, clutching me to her boisterous chest, pushing my face between the cleaves of her huge br-ast, ‘My angel,’ she cooed, ‘kilode? What do you want? Tell me, I am your grandma, I will buy the world for you if that is what you want.’
‘Maami, e ma suffocate omo yii now,’ my father reprimanded her, rescuing me from untimely death. He pulled me away from her chest, lifted and placed me on his laps. ‘Daddy’s angel. What do you want you know you can tell me. Do you want more dolls? Is there a toy you want me to get for you?’
‘I want a brother or a sister.’
‘Haa!’ my mother exclaimed.
‘ehehn, you see!’ my grandma shouted, turning to cast a look I didn’t understand at my mom. ‘I said it o. se mi o so fun e? Is this child not old enough to have aburo? Oun niyen. Have you seen yourself, even a six year old has more sense.’
‘Haba maami, ‘my mother cried and my father, held and squeezed her hand.
‘Maami, please do not talk to my wife in that manner. The God that gave us Eyinju will give us another baby and soon too.’ He then turned back to the doctor, ‘thanks Ore, for your time. Eyinju, I promise you, you will have a brother soon.’
I left the hospital in high spirit. I asked for cold stone ice-cream and pizza, my demand was met with instant approval. I believed my daddy because I thought there was a place he was going to just buy me a baby, but I noticed my mother was not happy and grandma’s visit was more frequent in our house now.
‘Dad when are you bringing my baby home? Haven’t you placed an order for him?’ I asked at dinner one night, many months after our visit to the hospital.
Dad and mom laughed so hærd they almost choked on their food.
‘Sweetheart, your daddy has ordered for your brother or sister. The company is yet to supply.’
‘Ask from another company now.’
‘I have. In fact I have tried all the companies but babies are in short supply right now. However I have been assured that once there is a baby, I will be the one to get it for my adorable baby girl.’
‘That’s good.’ I replied happily and delved into my food with gusto.
Some months after, my mother fell ill. She was always sick every morning. She threw up her food and slept all day.
Then that afternoon, daddy rushed into my room, I was playing with Dammie my giant doll.
‘hey daughter!’ dad called out to me, squatting beside me on the floor.
‘’hey dad,’ I responded, resting my head on his huge shoulder.
‘I have good news baby. You remember that baby company heh? Yes, they have supplied our baby!’
‘Whatttt!’ I scre-med, throwing my arms around his neck. I was over the moon, I was so happy I cried.
‘Thank you daddy, you are the best daddy in the wh0le world.’
‘Yes baby!’
‘Ok so where is he?
‘Right in,side your mummy’s stomach. We cannot see him now. We will all see him in the next six months, that’s December. He is our Christmas gift.’
My grandmother upon hearing the news moved into our house. She was all over the place. She was suddenly my mom’s best friend. My aunties were all over her as well. Attending to her every need.
I was the happiest of them all. Dad told me I could speak with my brother and oh did I speak with him? Everyday day, morning afternoon and night. I loved this child who was going to complete me. I rushed home every day from school so I could speak to my brother. I remember the first time I felt his kick. I cried, I wept for I couldn’t explain how I felt; the ecstasy, the joy, the bond and the connection. I spoke to my baby, I pressed my ears down on my mother’s protruded stomach, and I whispered words of affection, a secret between us. I marked the calendar in my room as the months progressed. I didn’t notice on time that attention had shifted from me, I was too engrossed in my brother. I didn’t get even one gift the wh0le six months journey but I didn’t mind until one day.
I was to go on a shopping spree with my aunties. I pointed to a toy, just one toy I had fallen in love with on sighting it on the shelf.
‘I want this toy, can I have it please?’