It was a rainy day, in 2019.
I was in my fourth year of internship.
Besides Daniel and Lisa's sudden breakup, life was going on as usual.
That day I was sitting on a desk, filling in some hospital discharge registers, I think. Something boring.
Then I heard someone knocking on the door.
- Knock knock. Can I bother you?
It was Jasmine.
- Yep. Come in.
- Uhm, can you come outside? There's something I want to tell you.
I raised my brow questioningly, and left my younger intern to fill in the register, and walked out with Jasmine.
- So? What's going on?
I asked, when we were sitting in our relax room, in front of a cup of coffee.
- Well, I have some news for you. Auntie Bi...
And wait, what-
- No. No. Are serious??
She nodded.
We screamed and jumped and giggled.
- Really... when did you find out??
- Just yesterday... God, it feels so crazy. Ain'it crazy??
It was:
Jasmine was pregnant.
...
A few months later- she had a very visible baby bump, by then- we were sitting on the carpet in her living room, flicking through some old photos, and clothing from when she was a child, that her mother had given her.
God, look at that. The nineties were crazy.
Yeah... they definitely were.
And there were so many pictures.
Some of Jasmine as a child, but then, also our Uni memories.
Our first year.
God, we looked awful!
And do you remember that??
How much did we drink that time??
One party where we had woken up the next morning, and there was a stranger in the house.
He was not a thief or anything- he was just another student so drunk, that he had walked into the wrong apartment. Instead of going to his real friends' party, he had come to ours.
He hadn't realized the mistake till morning, and neither had we.
We laughed, and put back the photo.
- If I look back... I never thought we would get that far.
Jasmine said.
And I felt exactly the same.
Sitting on that carpet, in Jasmine and Alex's apartment.
Wearing and expensive cashmere jumper, with my stethoscope in my bag.
Long gone were the times where we would tell each other stories, at her parents' house.
Reading smutty fanfictions, and wonder how our future boyfriends were going to be.
How our future lives were going to be.
YOU ARE READING
Let's hope for the best
Non-Fiction... but prepare for the worst. When I was a kid, I thought that life was going to be like a Disney movie. Then, alas, life happened. And I found out, I was not ready for it.
