Under a Different Sun
The day my wife gave birth to my foster brother's child, my entire family waited tensely outside the delivery room.
They were not concerned about whether Sheila Rogers would make it through labor safely.
They were worried I might turn up and make a scene.
My mother kept glancing at the elevator. "He won't try to come up the stairs, will he?"
My father was on the phone with hospital security again and again. "Yes, about six foot three. Have you seen him?"
My brother stayed coiled and ready, fists clenched. "If my brother causes trouble, I'll lay down my life to protect Sheila and my son."
However, from the start of labor to the moment Sheila delivered safely and both mother and child we