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Luisa was a very happy and content child. She had a nice mamá, a nice big sister, and a nice abuela, tío, tía and a cousin, and her tía was going to have another baby in a few months. But most importantly, she had her papá, and he was her favorite person in the entire world.
What more could a little girl want than a happy family and the best papá in the world? She truly loved her life. The food, all the playing, and getting all of the cuddles and snuggles that she wanted. It was all that a three (four in a few months) year old could ask for. To Luisa, she was practically living the dream, and she never wanted anything to change. She was always happy and could go out to play, and her mamá, papá and Isa all took care of her so well. She loved being the center of attention, even if she didn’t know how to phrase it.
To put it simply, Luisa loved her life and wanted nothing to change as she was a very happy child. The only downside was that she had to share her papá with Isa. She often got really jealous when it was Isa’s turn to spend time with him, because Luisa was clingy and her papá was her favorite, not Isa’s. Yes, she could actually get incredibly jealous and sometimes started to cry if her papá wasn’t there. Luisa really liked her papá and could still get tantrums if she was without him for too long. She always wanted him to be the one who woke her up in the morning and tucked her into bed. And if she got her way she loved to sit in his lap when eating and have him cut up her food into smaller pieces for her to eat.
Today was one of the very good days where she got to play with her papá a lot, so Luisa was happy. Nothing could ruin today and she hoped for many days like this and for nothing to change.
After lunch, something strange happened though. She watched how her mamá and papá took Isabela aside to talk to her while abuela watched her, with such a happy smile on her face. There was some secret, Luisa could tell because of the whispers. Then Isabela came back looking so happy, and Luisa didn’t know why, but she wanted to know what the secret was.
Then mamá and papá took Luisa aside.
“Luisa, we have something really great to tell you,” her papá says. “What would you say about being a big sister?”
Luisa thinks for a moment. Being a big sister would mean a new baby, like how tía Pepa was having one. But a baby meant one more person to share her papá with, something she wasn’t really a fan of. She wanted to keep her papá to herself, sharing him with Isabela was already too much.
“No thanks.”
“Luisa, you don’t want a baby sibling?” her mamá asks, sounding surprised. She shakes her head.
“No. Don’t want one.”
“Why not?” her papá asks.
“Don’t wanna share papá. My papá. No new baby.”
Both of them chuckle at her answer, as if it was funny.
“Aw sweet mija, you’re such a papí’s girl,” mamá says. “But are you sure you wouldn’t want a little brother or sister? Babies are fun.”
“Mm… no. No baby. Don’t want one. I want papá.”
Her parents seem to look at each other weirdly.
“Well, Luisa…” papá begins. “You see, me and mamá are already having a baby. You’re going to be a big sister.”
“No. Stop it,” Luisa said. “Should have asked us first. I say no baby.”
“Luisa… that’s not how it works…”