Adopted.
That day seemed to be quite good until you came home. Mom and Dad didn’t tell me one word. They just brought you in, carrying a tiny bundle of sheets, as soon as I opened the door. Rocky sniffed about and howled angrily thinking a stranger has entered the house. His booming barks must have scared you then because right when I thought Mom had only a few napkins in her arms you let a wail so loud, I almost jumped back in surprise. Dad bent lower and waved a threatening finger at Rocky; whimpering as a protest at not letting him do his duty, he retreated to his corner. God, the irritating noise coming from you still rings in my ears. She hugged you and walked about in front of me. I was a bit scared to even look at what she was carrying. After a good two minutes of crying that could’ve blown up the roof, normalcy was restored in the house. Confused with the sudden turn of events, I looked from Mom to Dad with my “what’s going on?” face. Dad simply smiled and mouthed the word ‘surprise’ ...