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"Teddy time to go home," says Mummy,
"Five more minutes," I plead, "We're in the middle of a game!"
"Not today Vic, we've got to go to the hospital." Mummy tells me.
Teddy is my bestest friend even if he doesn't like playing with dollies. Teddy is much more grown up than my other friends. That is why he is so much fun, we never play baby games because he is almost seven.
I would complain to Mummy because Teddy and me are playing the final battle and we just got to the exciting part, but she has her serious face on and nobody messes with Mummy when she has her serious face on. I put on my sad face and Teddy's Grandromeda comes through to take him away.
Mummy takes me to the hospital. I know what a hospital is because I went there last month for baby Lewy. It is just me who Mummy takes. Dommy and Lewy are with Daddy. They are too little to see the hospital, but I'm not. I'm a big girl.
Mummy knows how to get to the hospital. She's not silly. We go to a room and outside it everyone is waiting. Everyone except Daddy, uncle Percy, auntie Audrey, Dommy and Lewy.
"Has anyone been in yet?" Mummy asks the others.
"No," says auntie, I mean uncle George.
Just then the door to the room opens and out comes uncle Percy! He looks tired.
"Come in," he tells us.
We pile in to see auntie Audrey sitting up in bed holding a baby!"
"Hello everyone," she says to us, "This is Molly!"
Gramma breathed in deeply and started to shake.
"Perce," she said, "Oh Percy, Audrey, thank you!"
"What's wrong with Gramma?" I whisper to Mummy.
"Her name is Molly too," she tells me.
"Oh I understand," I say, although I don't.
The next day I see Teddy again.
"Teddy," I say to him.
"Yes?" he replies
"Guess what!"
"What?" he asks me.
"No guess!" I tell him.
"Um… you learned how to play the tuba?" he guesses,
"The what?" I ask him before quickly moving on. "Anyway, your rubbish at guessing I'll tell you! I have a cousin!"
"Oh," he says,
"Yes," I say, "Her name is Molly and she's my first ever cousin and she's very cute so I am hoping for lots more," I tell him, smug that I have a cousin and he doesn't.
"She's not your first cousin," he tells me, frowny face on, "I am!"
"Your not my cousin!" I laugh.
"Then what am I?" he asks me.
I think for a moment and then decide.
"My best friend!"