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Ahhhh!! a scream is heard from one of the rooms in the hospital. Yes, I almost forgot, the scream is coming from me and after that, the cry of a baby follows. I have just been delivered of baby girl. Wow!!Fantastic. Am sure I won't be able to contain my joy of seeing my own daughter that I conceived and have birthed today. I still find it appaling that i just gave birth and for a moment I don't feel any pains. But then oh my!! Ahh!! oh Lord of heavens, I hear the nurse say. Its another baby. What!!! another baby!! I can't believe this. This gotta be a dream. It doesn't take long and the baby is out. This time around, its a baby boy. Am sure my face has turned red from smiling all this while. And then I turn and ask the nurse, "where is Edward?", and her expression changes to a rather pitiful one. "Edward has not arrived yet", she says to me and i feel a pang of pain and fear at that moment. Will he leave me at this critical moment? my heart thumps wild. I hope not. Oh!! I almost forgot to introduce myself. I am EMILY. Sorry I forgot all this while, am in deep pains right now for the fact that my husband has not arrived since I entered the labor room to deliver. Am sure you are feeling bad right now. Its not like its a big problem but am scared that what happened before might happen again and am afraid I might break down. Let me give you the details. All my life, I have never been attended to by my parents. They always had something better to do. They claimed it was for the well being of the family and that if they were always baby sitting me, then we won't even have food to eat. My bad!! I grew up without their love and care. I grew up on my own without anyone to train me in the path I should go except of course my class teacher. She didn't have a child so she never tried to play with children's future as she loved them very much. He died of asthma and of course none of my parents were around to take him to the hospital. That was the day I practically hated my parents. My brother had been feeling sick for a period of two weeks and as expected, he was totally neglected by my parents. I was the only one by his side at that point and of course, I didn't know or rather didn't hope for my brother to leave me so soon. On a breezy Tuesday morning, my brother lay shivering on his bed. This has been his condition for the period of his sickness. I left to get a hot bath ready for him and while I was away, his asthma kicked in. By the time I came into the room, he was already at the brink of death and only managed to whisper to me "Emily, I love you", then he breathed his last. I cried so much. I was solely devastated. Hours later, my nonchalant parents came back and of course, I didn't even bother calling them. I just stayed by my brother's cold body weeping and awaiting their arrival or should I say the arrival of the ambulance I had earlier called. I would have even loved it more if my parents didn't see my brother's corpse before it was taken away. "Emily!! Emily!! we're home", my mum called. She always did so whenever they came back from only God knows wherever they went to and of course, she doesn't expect us to come running downstairs to greet her and father as other children did. Instead, she just walks quietly to our rooms, checks on us and leaves. She did so again on this fateful day. She walked into my room and then, "Emily!! Emily!! Emily baby where are you?". Wait!! did she just call me baby? I think I'm getting pissed off already. And then, she walked into my brother's room to ask him if my whereabouts. "Tony, where is your sis..... she cut off when she saw me by his bedside. She just came forward and was asking, "Tony honey, is it still the fever? and then she touched him. I can tell she was shocked, filled with fear and terror in her depths of her soul. She was totally flagger basted, cut short of words and unwilling to face this reality but it was actually reality. She lost her son to her own carelessness. "T - Tony". I can see her eyes brimming with tears and the she tilts her head towards me. "E - Emily". But I am in no mood for her nonsense so I just turn and say to her in an ice cold voice, "I hate you mum". I can tell that she is shocked to her bone marrow hearing such words from me but I don't care so I just turn and walk out of the room with a sad smile on my face. You won't believe it but my dad didn't even know about the death of my brother till the next day. What an i***t!! He has asked his personal assistant to lock up his door and not to let anyone in till the next day and so he didn't hear of it. When he heard of it, he acted so indifferently, saying that bygones are bygones and that we should just move on. He wasn't touched at all. When he was done with his foolish speech because am sure I didn't hear anything apart from the last sentence, "bygones are bygones", I just stood up from my seat and turned to gaze at mum for a while after which I turned to gaze at him as well, then I pointed my finger at them and said, "you dad, you mum, I hate the both of you and I will hate you forever. If not for your wickedness and carelessness, Tony would still be alive,sitting here in this meeting and we would be probably talking about grandpa's death instead of his own death but it is not so and why is that? its because of two of you". They can tell I am actually irked to the core. "I hate you both", I finally say and walk out of the room. After about one hour, I came back to the room to find them sitting still and silent but I just blurted out what my intention was. "Mum, dad, I have made a final decision that since I don't have anybody to care for me anymore because obviously, you both won't, I have decided to start a job as a house maid, the house is just a few blocks away, I am sure I will be loved at least down there", then I turned on my heels and left them both. I could see agony painted on my mother's face but she was the one that caused it at first, giving us no attention. Money was more important to her than us and my dad... he is like a forgone conclusion to me with his face always expressionless and it was the same when my brother died, showing no emotions. I wonder what sort of dad he is. If I am given a chance yo live the next life with only one wish, I'll just wish for good parents that treat people like humans and not puppets. Thank you everyone that read this first part pls I need your comments to work on my improvement follow me on Instagram ig@de_light654 for more