As Toby bounds up the stairs, I draw my phone out of my bag. Before I can change my mind, I tap out a text to my sister. If she wants to ignore it, that’s her choice. But at least she won’t be able to accuse me of keeping her in the dark.

Hey, Dina, guess what? You’re going to be an aunty!

There’s no reply, but that doesn’t necessarily mean anything. It’s almost 1 a.m. in Thailand, so she’s probably asleep. Or more likely out partying. I’m sure she’ll reply tomorrow.

I lay my phone on the table, shrug off my coat and put the kettle on. Although I realise I’m not in the mood for tea or coffee. My taste buds must be out of whack. Instead, I pour myself a glass of water. My phone pings. Nervously, I check the screen and see that she’s replied.

Congrats

It’s not exactly the gushing response I was hoping for, but at least she replied. I need to keep the conversation going.

Thanks. Think you’ll be able to make it back for a visit?

The baby’s due in July. Dad would love to see you too.

She responds a moment later:

Not sure

From her short replies, I can tell she’s still cross. But I’m the one who should be angry, not her. If I can forgive her, surely she could be a little more enthusiastic.

I can pay for your flight home if that helps.

Okay, thanks. I’ll think about it.

Wow, she couldn’t be any less excited if she tried. I should never have messaged her. I knew it might be a mistake, but I stupidly thought that me being pregnant might make her realise how important family is. No such luck. I’m getting the feeling that she doesn’t ever want to come back home. The only way I’ll ever get to see her again is to fly over to Thailand and turn up unannounced on her doorstep.

I should give her up as a lost cause. But she’s my little sister. I sip my water and try not to let this stress me out. Dina has always been dismissive, hurtful even. This is nothing new, so why do I let her upset me? I put my phone away and try to ignore the prickling tears behind my eyes. Today should be a happy day. I’m not going to let my sister spoil it. Although the rocks in my chest let me know it’s already too late for that.

Eleven

NOW