I was nine. I went into my parents' bedroom. They were both sitting in bed, sitting up. Happy. The sunlight shines onto the north wall, illuminating it a soft and bright white. The floor is warm on my bare feet and the off white furniture is pretty with its gold trim."Larry Ann ..." my father says."Hmm?" I'm still a bit sleepy, not fully awake. "Would you like a little brother or sister?"Now I'm wide awake. I look at my father relaxed in bed. Thick eyebrows raised.What about my toys? They would have to be shared. My parents' attention? "No, I don't want a little sister or brother, " I said, and jumped on the bed with them. "I want a big sister!