It seems to me that the trend of adopting babies has also gotten to my mom. Yeah, I know how lonely it can be without her 3 children to give her more headache give her more house work to do spend the entire day doing nothing but shopping entertain her, but really, I do feel a little bit like I'm being pushed aside here.

Babies are lovely, I'm sure. If you say so lah. But I don't like it when someone else takes over my place as my mummy's little girl. Oh wait, I do have that one other sister. Sometimes it's hard to remember that I'm not the only princess in the family.

I would've thought my dad would object to this new addition to the family. Especially since my mom kept it a secret from him. Especially when he likes our family just the way it is. All these years I've been listening to him say,"No more! No more!"

I thought he would've flipped out when he found out. But you know, babies do have a way with people. They just know how to creep into all that yummy goodness in your heart. She's even stolen my daddy's heart. Even I have a hard time reminding my dad that I'm his daughter.

Anyways, this baby doesn't have a name yet. Yeah, mummy and daddy dearest can't seem to think of a name for her.

And you know what hurts me most? They never even bothered calling me to ask if I had any idea as to what to name her. NoooOOOooooOOOoo! Instead, they called my sister. I mean, come on people! We all know how great I am with names. Plus, I'm the next in line elder one, so naturally they should consult me first.

*sigh* I'm just hurt. I'm their daughter, for Pete's sake! And yet, they replace me with her: