Twenty six: First, Last.

"I can't believe my baby will finally be graduating!" Mom's squeal made me giggle. Sometimes, she acted like a teenager. 

"I'm equally excited." I kept the last folded blanket into her wooden wardrobe, shut it, and joined her on the bed. "Also, I'll have enough time to take care of my pregnancy. Like damn, it's been so hard trying to pay attention to the poor thing in my belly. I really feel sad for it. It kind of didn't come at the right time."

She smiled at me. "It came at the right time, honey."

"Nah." I shook my head. "It didn't. I know it's a good thing, but let's be sincere. It didn't."

"Silly you." She chuckled, poked my arm. 

I sighed. "I didn't know expecting a child could cost this much. And, you know I'm kind of working hard so we'll be able to pay our next month rent. The money I've spent on medicines isn't quite convenient for me."

"Wel