"Your nephew's about to be born," my cousin said when she called me one morning at eight.

When I was younger, I'd imagined that one day I'd have children, nieces and nephews, and my parents would be those doting grandparents who spoiled their grandkids rotten. None of that ever came true.

I didn't speak to my sister anymore. The one who had betrayed me and stabbed me in the back. After our last conversation, she'd disappeared for a while. Every now and then she'd send me a message, which I s