We were at a family gathering eating dinner at someone's house (maybe mine, I don't remember). My parents were even there from out of town, which was the reason for the dinner in the first place. Or so I thought. My sister, Marianne, was the last to arrive -
(Marianne enters holding a baby)
Me: Oh my gosh, Marianne! Who's baby is that?
Marianne: It's mine, I adopted it.
Me: You did?! I didn't even know you were trying to adopt. I thought you were done having kids.
Marianne: Well, I was just casually speaking with the birthmother. She didn't even seem serious so I was totally surprised when we got the call that she wanted us to adopt her baby.
Me: Wow, she's so cute. (she really was)
(suddenly something stirs inside me. wait a second. but I'm the one trying to adopt a baby. Marianne doesn't even want anymore babies. that should be my baby! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS BABY!!!!!)
Me: What agency did you work with?
Marianne: Oh I don't remember the name. It was some small group.
Me: (slowly inching Marianne back into a corner) Well, think! Why can't you remember? Think! What's the name of the agency? I want a baby too!
Marianne: It was Smith! Smith Adoptions! I gotta go!
(Then I wake up)
No. There is no such adoption agency called Smith Adoptions. Trust me, I checked this morning. Love you Marianne! I don't really think you're trying to steal my babies.
