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Spur of the Moment

Rain pattered softly all around me as I made my way back to my room.  After a long and grueling week of life and work at Roatoen, the weekend was finally within my grasp.   I had just pulled out my key to my building when the Game of Thrones theme started to blare from my back pocket.

 

"Hi Mom," I said into my newly retrieved phone. 

 

So far, nothing out of the ordinary, as moms do tend to call their children all the time.  Except, this time was different.  Instead of offering her normal greeting of "Hi sweets! How are you? How's your roommate? How's that boy?", I could only hear shifting and far-away talking.  Did she butt dial me again?

 

"Mom?" I tried, not really expecting an answer.

 

"Kate," My mom said breathily.  "Holly is in labor!"

 

For those of you who don't know, Holly is my aunt. Although, since we're no more than fifteeen years apart, she's more like an older sister that I never had.  When I'd left for Roatoen, she'd been heavily pregnant- like I'm talking about-to-pop-pregnant. 

 

"Right now?!" I screeched, earning myself some very bewildered looks form passerbyers.

 

"Yup, Steve called me a few minutes ago. Sweet Baby Simon is coming today!"

 

We chatted about the baby for about an hour. Talking about everything betwen guessing the gender and how my crazy grandmother was going to react.  And of course during out entire conversation, my mom would hang up approximately every five minutes to see if she'd gotten another call or text with anymore baby news.  Eventually, she never called me back and I began to grow anxious with worry and anticipation.  Why oh why couldn't have this baby come while I was still home and not hours away? The lack of information was driving me crazy.  After an eternity of waiting, my phone buzzed with a single text from my sister.

 

"IT'S A BOY!!!!!"

 

Phone in hand, I jumped and danced all over my room at the news (highly amusing my roommate). I was elated.  More texts started to come in with pictures of the brand new little sprout and while all of that was wonderful, an ache had started to grow in my chest.  For the first time since arriving, I felt the cold stab of homesickness. 

 

At around eleven o'clock that night my decision was made; come Hell or high water, I was going home.  I called my mom and told her that I was booking bus and train tickets and that I would need someone to pick me up at the station.  Keep in mind, I'd never been on a grey hound bus before or a train for that matter.  But I didn't care, I was going to meet my new cousin if it was the last thing I ever did.

 

After playing phone tag with my mom and pleading with Amtrak costomer service for what seemed like hours on end, I had my ticket and I was set to leave the downtown Roatoen bus station at 8 AM... Which meant I would need to get there by 7:30 at the latest. 

 

All in all, it took me six hours by car, bus, train, and car again to get me to the hospital... And it was worth every minute.

 

Welcome to the world, Henrick Alexander Simon.

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