When you want to make God laugh...
I sat in the front row of my new classroom. As we did every year, The teacher asked us to introduce ourselves. When I stood up, I grinned, trying to pretend I wasn't anxious at all, and started at the peers in my class. "So, hi…I am Pumba…ha ha. Just kidding. That was so last year. I'm just Cynthia. I have a big family. Three brothers and three sisters." I'm sure my introduction went something like that… (minus the adorable confidence and spunky personality) The next girl who replaced me in front of the class introduced herself. “Hi, I'm Morgan and I'm an only child,” Wow, that's sad, I thought, judging the information that she had just delivered. Why would anyone choose to have only one kid? How boring! What would I do without my siblings? Yeah, I hate them sometimes, but they are my people. My favorite people. My built-in best friends. Poor Morgan. I'm going to have lots of kids when I grow up. Then…I grew up. *** It didn't take me long ...