I said with fear, “Mommy! Mommy! Why are you hurting?”
She replied in a desperate gasp for air and attempted to not yell, “Lynette, Dial 9-1-1! The baby is coming! Please Hurry!”
I ran as fast I could down the corridor hallway and into the kitchen where the white telephone was located. I quickly grabbed the phone off the hook and held it with both my hands as if I was holding a book. I pressed the rubber button with my thumbs with a quick motion, and held the phone to my left ear.
I heard a voice say in monotone, “Hi, you’ve called 9-1-1 what’s your emergency?”
With my frightened and anxious voice I replied, “My mom is pregnant with a monster, she is having a baby! Please hurry! She is screaming and crying! Help me please!”
The policeman replied, “Okay sweetie, we have your location from your phone. We are on our way. Everything is going to be okay.”
I slammed the phone down on the table, not being sure of whether or not I hung up on the police officer. I ran back down the hallway and saw my mom lying on the floor crying. I grabbed her pillow from her bed and started praying with the pillow between my legs. What seemed like forever was only five minutes before I heard sirens outside my house. I ran outside to the police and helped them get to my mom inside of her bedroom.
They lifted my…