ZIRA
I looked at my parents as if they were crazy. I have been preparing for this day for months, and now this.
"This is not fair," I whined at my parents. "Please just talk to him and see if he'll let me go."
My mom rubbed my back as Lisa put another plate of food before me. I pushed it out of the way. I wasn't in the mood for food.
"For the last time, I'm not hungry." Lisa took the plate and left. Thank Goodness. I didn't like her and wished I could get Mary back.
"That's a first," my brother laughed, trying to lighten the mood, and one glare from me shut him up quickly.
"Mom, Dad. Please. I haven't missed this tradition since I was a kid."
"We know, sweetie, but you're so close to giving birth, and we don't want you to drain all your energy. We all know how you get durin
