June’s Point of View
The sun was high when the first knock came on my door. I barely had time to adjust the ribbon on my dress before my small living room began to fill with voices, laughter, and the smell of food.
Today wasn’t just any day. Today was the day we would finally find out the gender of my baby.
I didn’t know yet, of course. The doctor had handed the sealed envelope to Hara weeks ago. She had sworn on her life she hadn’t peeked. “No cheating, promise,” she had told me with her hand over her heart, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
And now here we were.
“June! These balloons are so heavy—where do you want them?” one of my neighbors asked as she and her husband shuffled in with pastel-colored balloons in shades of blue and pink.
“On the wall, by the window!” Hara chirped
