My sister and I have been best friends since we were in our early years. She was two years older than me but we were like twins. We go out together, do our assignments together, date together, eat and sleep together. When we were in college, she would meet my prospective dates before I could go out with them so am I to her dates. We promise to finish college and have a stable career before anyone of us get involve with a man physically. But one fateful night, I was in a friend’s house party and my sister was too sick to come with me. So I went to the party alone, during that night I got too drunk and when my boyfriend asked me to sleep with him in one of the rooms in that house, I was half sober and unable to refuse. I slept with my boyfriend but I didn’t dare tell my sister about it. I have decided to keep it as a secret she will never know. But secrets can’t be kept for long, after a month after missing my period, I got a check up and my fear was confirmed. I was three weeks pregnant. immediately told my boyfriend about it, but he refused to believe it was his child. I broke up with him and bravely told my parents about my situation. I know my sister was deeply hurt. She refused to talk to me and she even moved out of our house. I was so guilty on what I did. I lost a sister because of my carelessness and uncontrolled actions. I got through my pregnancy without the presence or even a word from my sister. I gave birth to my baby boy with my parents by my side on the hospital bed. I was half expecting my sister to show up but she didn’t.

When my baby and I were released from the hospital, my parents and us immediately went home. And I was surprised to see my sister waiting for me back home. She brought along a Baby Prams with a big blue ribbon and some Baby Pushchairs with different colors. She took the baby on my arms, held it for a moment and lay him on the Baby Travel Cots which she had personally painted with our favorite saint. We hugged and the pain melt away.