My 5-Year-Old Son Looked at Our Newborn and Said, ‘That’s Not My Sister’ – I Thought He Was Jealous Until He Told Me What He Saw
I pushed his hair back from his forehead. “Why do you keep saying that?”
He shook his head violently. “I don’t want Daddy to hear.”
Something cold moved through me then. Small, but real.
“Okay,” I said softly. “Daddy can’t hear. Tell me.”
Max grabbed my hand with both of his.
His fingers were icy.
“Because I saw what they did at the hospital after Daddy took me to get juice.”
I stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
His little chest started heaving the way it did when he was trying not to cry too hard.
“Daddy said we were getting apple juice from the machine. But then he didn’t go to the machine. He took me down the other hallway, and he told me to stand by the wall and be quiet.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” His voice cracked. “He looked mad.”
I felt suddenly, horribly awake.
“What happened next?”
Max swallowed. “A lady came.”
“What lady?”
He frowned, struggling. “She looked like you. But not you.”
