Chapter 82

Zira’s POV

I looked at my parents as if they were crazy. I have been preparing for this day for months and now this.

“This is not fair,” I whined at my parents. “Please just talk to him and see if he’ll let me go.”

My mom rubbed my back as Lisa put another plate of food in front of me. I pushed it out of the way. I wasn’t in the mood for food.

“I’m not hungry.” Lisa took the plate and left. Thanks Goodness. I didn’t like her at all and wished I could get Mary back.

“That’s a first,” my brother laughed trying to lighten the mood and one glare from me shut him up quickly.

“Mom, Dad. Please. I haven’t missed this tradition since I was a kid.”

“We know sweetie, but you’re so close to giving birth and we don’t want you to drain all your energy. We all know how you get during the snowball fights.”

I gasped at my mom. “Mom, it’s a competitive game and people know what they’re signing up for. So if there’s a few broken limbs it was warr