I’m awful at cleaning. I spend nearly all the time just playing with old junk, which was why I was currently sitting in the corner of the apartment I lived in with my mom, charging her old phone.

Okay the phone isn’t that old but she got a new phone last month so I was curious to see what was on this one.

I scrolled through the apps only to find nothing of any interest. Dang. I really thought my mom might be some super cool witch lady.

Until I opened the photo gallery.

I was scrolling through pictures and I found one of an ultrasound picture. It dated back to when she was pregnant with me.

But something was off.

I couldn’t tell what and was about to turn of the phone and try again to finish cleaning before my mom got home from work. But then I noticed.

The photo contained not one but two babies.

I was an only child.