Chapter 24

• ARTEMY (...seven years old)
• My mother settled comfortably into the large sofa chair, a book resting on her rounded belly. Her contented expression and gentle smile made her seem at ease. From my spot on the floor, where I diligently sorted my puzzles, I observed her hand moving in slow, circular motions over her stomach.
• Inside her womb, my baby sister dwelled, affectionately referred to as a princess by Papa and Mommy. I couldn't help but wonder why they didn't call me a prince. I yearned to be a prince, but being Mommy's sweet boy felt reassuring.